Author's Notes: As you can see, the story has gone on to be more then what it originally began as. At first it was JUST Eowyn and Faramir. Now it includes her brother as well as Boromir. We hope you enjoy all the new drama and fun, I know that we enjoyed writing it.;)
Chapter42
Eomer smiles and walks with Lothiriel to his study. When they enter he gestures to the two chairs by the fireplace. "Sit. I will get us some wine and then we can talk." He goes over to the small cupboard in the room and opens it, pulling out two goblets and filling them with wine. He then walks over and hands one to Lothiriel before sitting in the chair beside hers. "Now, first, let me explain. I would not have taken such force with Faramir if he was acting sane."
Lothiriel takes the wine from him and starts to sip on it, watching him take a seat again. "Yes, I can see how you would need to handle it in such a manner, but I do hope that you did not hurt him. Or you may have someone else on your trail for hurting the man she is to marry." She grins as she takes another sip of wine. "So yes, please, do explain." She wasn't upset with him, he seemed more worried about that then what he had done. But she could play along for a little while and have a little fun with him.
"As I said, Lothiriel, I know my sister. She would eventually come to her senses and come back. And if Faramir had left, as he was planning to, then things just would have been made worse. And I am sure, Faramir would prefer for Eowyn to make him beg for her forgiveness, then to have her truely hate him for leaving her." He shrugs and sips his wine, silent for a moment before he looks at her. "And I am the King and he is just a Steward. He does have to listen to my orders." He smirks a little, that cocky look on his face again.
She sips at the wine, raising a brow at his statement about being the kind and he has to do what he is told. "Does that mean that I have to kneel before you and do as I am dol?" She tries to keep the smile off of her face, though it is hard. "What would happen if I did not listen? Would you order me to be locked up?" She takes another sip of wine. " Maybe knocked out?" The corner of her mouth twitches, but that is the only outwardly sign that she is
"But of course! You must always obey your king AND husband! Like all women." He bites his lip to keep the smile off his face. He was just joking with her. He would never ask her to bow to him. He would rather she fought and argued with him and stood her ground if she felt the need to, then to bow to him.
She snorts and rolls her eyes, not very lady like but she wasn't thinking of that. She was thinking of him bowing to her. "I do NOT think that is about to happen. I may obey my husband as long as he doesn't have some weird sort of thing going on in his head about what his wife is supposed to do. And I may obey my King should he have a reasonable request. However, I can tell you now, I won't be acting like a blind woman and do whatever either of you tell me to do without question." She nods firmly, taking a longer drink of the wine as she watches him through fraced brow.
He smiles, unable to help himself, then laughs. "Oh, Lothiriel. I would not ask you to bow to me, ever!" He leans over and kisses her cheek lightly. "Am I forgiven for harming your cousin?"
She laughs, patting his cheek. "So I forgive you and you won't make me bow down to you ever? I don't know, I hadn't planned on doing that anyway." That statement alone showed how much she trusted and loved him. Where he any other King she wouldn't dare even joke like that with them. But it wasn't any other kind, it was Eomer, the man she knew she would love until the end of time.
She gets up and moves to his chair, sitting in his lap and wrapping her arms around his nec loosely, being careful not to loose her drink on them. "You do not have to ask me, Eomer Darling. It is not I that needs to forgive you, it is Eowyn. He is in her care now, I have my hands full with you to be messing with forgiving you for knocking him out. No no, I have to think one thing though." Her face goes serious as she looks at him. "Honey, with everything, the Masssc and everything... I wonder how I am going to handle a child. I mean, it will not be like one birth but 2 since you are but a child too." She has to bite the inside of her lip to make her keep from smiling as she tries to look at him with great seriousness.
He wraps one arm around her waist, his other hand was holding onto his goblet of wine. When he hears what she says he gives her a hurt look, though his eyes betray him. "I am no child. I am a king!"
She raises one brow slowly, looking him up and down. "Are you sure that you are a King? Because I know you can be a child at any given moment." She bites her lip, the laughter obvious on her face.
He smirks at her. "Do not make me throw you in the dungeon, Lothiriel. Or put you under guard. I am no child. I am a king!" He sets his goblet down on the floor beside his chair. "I am older than you. Do not make me punish you, Lothiriel. Because I will."
She looks at him in shock. "Oh no! Eomer is going to punish me!" She shakes her head, trying to look scared. "If I am not careful he will take me and put me in the dungeon!" SHe puts the back of her hand on her forehead and fakes being faint. But as if to just get a little jab at him, she purposefully opens one eye and looks at him through it as she takes a sip of her wine, grining.
He sighs and smiles, shaking his head. "You did ask for it." He slips his hands under her over robe and starts to tickle her, grinning.
She looks at him in shock at first and then starts to wiggle in his arms, giggling and holding her glass high so that she doesn't spill it. "EOMER! I am going to loose it!! Stop it right now and I mean it!!" She was trying to set down her glass without tipping it an way
He grins and continues to tickle her, shaking his head. "You can not order your king to do something, Lothiriel, that is not until you are queen."
"You are going to make me spill the wine, Eomer!" she wiggles in his lap, trying to get her glass set down. "You are going to be in so much trouble if you dump this wine on my dress!" She tries to look stern, but fails miserably, instead she starts laughing.
He stops tickling her but keeps his hands where they are. "Then put the glass down, Darling. Then I shall punish you some more for calling your future husband and king a child."
She doesn't know what possesses her, it was probably the smirk on his face or the twinkle in his eyes. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't upset him with her next actions so she smiles sweetly and pours her wine on top of his head. "Now you are not only a kid, but you are all wet too." She starts to laugh, unable to stop self.
He looks at her, in shock. She had not just poured stick wine all over him, had she? Before he knows what he is doing he smirks and picks up his own goblet of wine. "And it is only fair my wife join me in my wet state." He snickers as she screams no, but he ignores her and pours the wine over her own head, smirking as he sets the goblet down again. "There. Now we both look ridiculous."
She screams, "NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo" but it doesn't stop him and soon she is all wet too. She laughs, looking down at them and then leans in and licks his cheek. "Mmmm nice , this is a good batch." She grins mischievously, leaning in again to lick his other cheek. "Yes, very good." Then she leans in and licks his bottom lip, grinning and waiting, then licks his top lip, teasing him, till finally at his growl she kisses him.
He keeps his arms around her, and when she licks his cheeks he makes a playful face. But when she licks his top lip he can do nothing more than growl at her. When she kisses him, he grins and returns her kiss passionately. When he pulls back a few moments later, he smiles at her, brushing a strand of her wet sticky hair off of her face with his hand. "Now explain to me how we shall be able to make it to our rooms without being seen by someone?"
She shrugs, smiling. "I guess we will have to sneak to the closest room to get cleaned up. Hmmm" She looks up as she tries to picture the layout, the grins at him. "That would be my room. I don't think I have anything for you to wear but we could at least get the wine out of your hair and dry you off." She runs her fingers through his wet sticky hair, pushing it back from his face. "Think you can get to my room without being seen?"
He smiles and shakes his head. "I highly doubt that. There is always one of my guards close at hand. But we could try." He gives her a playful look. "Are you not worried that to allow me into your room will cause me to try to make you my wife right now?" It wouldn't of course, he would be a perfect gentleman but still, he could tease her. "Or cause rumors to stir in the minds of the servants?"
She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head at him. "I do not think you will make me your wife. Not until you have a pastor bless it and take me to the room all in white, then you will lay me down on the bed, no sticky wine anywhere in sight." She smiles softly, leaning in to kiss him. "No, you won't try to make me your wife without all that. I trust you." She moves her lips to his ear and whispers, "Do you trust me?"
He gives her a pained look. "A room in white? I have no room in white in Edoras. Just wood colors and greens." He starts to look panicked, though it was just an act. "You will still marry me will you not? Even if our wedding night is spent in my room here?" He smiles when she giggles and again asks him if he trusted her. "No! You will be the death of me! A purely pleasurable death I am sure, but still! You will change me till my men see me as a King who dotes on his Queen and does anything and everything she asks of him. Why look! You already have me completely in love with you. Dotting will not be far behind I am sure." He should have looked stern through that whole speech but instead he had a smile on his face and looked like he found the idea quite a nice one.
She whispers in his ear if he still trusts her, then leans back and laughs, shaking her head. "Oh you will be doting on me, until you have a child and then I will never see you." She laughs, leaning in again to whisper in his ear again. "And I meant that I will be all in white, my wedding dress, Love. However, that is an idea. I could have you drape white material all over your bedroom, making a canapé over the bed." She laughs at his look. "Okay okay, brown it is." Wrinkling her nose at him she leans back in his arms. "Now are you going to take me to my room? Or are you going to chance trying to get to yours?"
He smiles and stands up, placing her on her feet. "Come. Lead me to your room. If we are seen we may use the excuse we had an argument and wine was used to knock sense into each other."
She raises her brows, shaking her head. "I rather have them think that we are both daft then have them think we are fighting. No no, if we do get caught we will just smile and act as if there is nothing wrong, ignoring the fact that we are rather sticky at the time." She takes his hand and leads him to the door, opening it a little ways to look out. "Okay," she whispers. "There isn't anyone there. Come on." She tugs on his hand and leads him out into the hall, being quiet as she rushes down it, heading for her room at the end. So far, so good.
He follows after her, smiling as they reach her room. He waits for her to open the door, looking around and seeing a few servants and guards but none of them notice them, or at least act like they don't notice them. He shakes his head as he is pulled quickly into the room and then the door shut. "I think we were seen. But I do not think it matters. They are loyal and will not think anything bad of our state."
She walks over to the basin and picking up the jug she fills it up. "If we want a bath, then we will have to call for someone to draw one. But I think that washing here will help. Come here." She motions him to come over. "Bend over the basin." She laughs and slaps his shoulder. "You said you trusted me. Come on." Once he complies she wets his hair and then starts to soap it up, using some of her special perfumed soap. She rubs his scalp gently. "See it is coming out and you can wash your face. Then you can go to your room to clean up the rest of the way, but you won't have the wine in your hair any more." She picks the pitcher up and rinses his hair out, massaging his head as she does. "Hold still, don't move." She moves away from him and gets a towel, coming back she lays it over the back of his head. "Okay, stand up." She drapes the towel over his head and starts to rub his hair with it, trying to get it as dry as she can. Then pulling it off she nods with satisfaction. "Much better.. One more thing." She picks up her brush and carefully brushes his hair, getting any tangles out of it. "Okay, you can wash your face now and then I will start getting closed up."
He does everything she says, showing exactly how much he trusted her since he never liked to have someone else get him clean. But he allows her to clean his hair and then brush it out. He smiles and washes the sticky wine off his face, then turns and looks at her. "Shall I return for you once I have changed my clothes? Or will you come to my room?"
She thinks about that. "Yes, how about you come back when you are done. Unless you take less the 5 minutes, then I will come to you." She grins playfully at him. "I will need at least a half hour to get ready."
"A half hour? I do not know about that." He gets a wicked look in his eyes and then jumps her, tackling her to the bed and tickling her. "You can do better then that! You really don't want me to leave, do you? You want to spend the whole night alone in your room with me."
She laughs, wriggling around under him on the bed. "Stop! Stop! We have to tell everyone it is dinner! If you keep doing this we will never get to your guests and let them know dinner was on, please!" She keeps laughing, unable to stop as she tries to get out from under him.
He grins and continues tickling her. "Say I am not a childish king and I will relent!" But he does stop as someone clears their throat. He turns his head slowly and sees a very amused looking servant. He himself does not move, simply says one thing. "Yes?" The servant, trying to hold back her own laughter, for she was old and had seen Eomer and Eowyn grow up, and could see the love the King had for his Gondor Lady, and she for him, nods and tells them dinner will be served and she had already informed the Lady Eowyn and Steward Faramir but they would be taking their meal in Faramir's room when he awoke. When Eomer nods the old lady leaves and laughter can be heard as she walks down the hall to inform the others.
Turning back to Lothiriel he smiles innocently and then smirks and starts to tickle her again. "Say I am not a childish king or we shall be late for dinner!" He then gets an idea. "Or you may instead kiss me and I shall forgive you then. Which will it be, my Queen?"
She laughs, gasping for air when he finally stops tickling her as they hear someone clear his throat. She looks around him and almost dies right there on the spot from embarrassment when she sees the old servant woman standing there. Instead she buries her head into his chest, burrowing up under his arm, hiding her face from view until the man leaves. "Is she gone?" she whispers when she thinks she hears the door and instantly is tickling her. "OKAY OKAY " she screams at the top of her lungs, laughing and wiggling. Finally he stops again and she takes a deep breath and nods. "I know which I want." And before he can react she pushes him onto his back, straddling his hips and lifting up just a little to take his head in her hands. Then she kisses him passionately, her hands moving to either side of his face, then down across his shoulders, opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss. She caresses his sides as she keeps kissing, feeling her heart in her throat, till finally she pulls away from him, breathing deeply. "How was that?" she pants, her eyes glazed from the kiss as she gazes down into his face.
He looks up at her, his eyes glazed a little and there was a far off look in them. He had kissed women passionately before but never like that. He blinks after a moment, then gets a thoughtful look on his face, his hands resting lightly on her hips. "I believe it will do just fine. I would ask for another but then we really would be late for dinner." He grins, looking up at her. "But then again I am the King and they can hold dinner for me. And you, as you will be my Queen."
She smiles down at him. "No, no, you need to get to dinner, though it will just be you and me and Boromir. Hopefully he is ready and we can have dinner. Come on, you need to get off me." But she doesn't move, she just keeps laying over him and smiling.
"Ah but you forget, Love. There is Gandalf as well." He smiles at her. "Alright. One last kiss, then we shall go to dinner."
"Okay, one last kiss." She leans down and kisses him, not holding anything back, unable to hold back, so that when she pulls back from it she is panting. "Dinner," she says breathlessly.
He nods, breathing heavily. "Dinner." When she moves off him he gets up and off the bed. He straightens his clothes, then smoothes back his hair and smiles at her, offering her his arm. "Come then." He leaves the room with her and heads out to the main hall and to the table that had been set up there.
Eomer smiles and walks with Lothiriel to his study. When they enter he gestures to the two chairs by the fireplace. "Sit. I will get us some wine and then we can talk." He goes over to the small cupboard in the room and opens it, pulling out two goblets and filling them with wine. He then walks over and hands one to Lothiriel before sitting in the chair beside hers. "Now, first, let me explain. I would not have taken such force with Faramir if he was acting sane."
Lothiriel takes the wine from him and starts to sip on it, watching him take a seat again. "Yes, I can see how you would need to handle it in such a manner, but I do hope that you did not hurt him. Or you may have someone else on your trail for hurting the man she is to marry." She grins as she takes another sip of wine. "So yes, please, do explain." She wasn't upset with him, he seemed more worried about that then what he had done. But she could play along for a little while and have a little fun with him.
"As I said, Lothiriel, I know my sister. She would eventually come to her senses and come back. And if Faramir had left, as he was planning to, then things just would have been made worse. And I am sure, Faramir would prefer for Eowyn to make him beg for her forgiveness, then to have her truely hate him for leaving her." He shrugs and sips his wine, silent for a moment before he looks at her. "And I am the King and he is just a Steward. He does have to listen to my orders." He smirks a little, that cocky look on his face again.
She sips at the wine, raising a brow at his statement about being the kind and he has to do what he is told. "Does that mean that I have to kneel before you and do as I am dol?" She tries to keep the smile off of her face, though it is hard. "What would happen if I did not listen? Would you order me to be locked up?" She takes another sip of wine. " Maybe knocked out?" The corner of her mouth twitches, but that is the only outwardly sign that she is
"But of course! You must always obey your king AND husband! Like all women." He bites his lip to keep the smile off his face. He was just joking with her. He would never ask her to bow to him. He would rather she fought and argued with him and stood her ground if she felt the need to, then to bow to him.
She snorts and rolls her eyes, not very lady like but she wasn't thinking of that. She was thinking of him bowing to her. "I do NOT think that is about to happen. I may obey my husband as long as he doesn't have some weird sort of thing going on in his head about what his wife is supposed to do. And I may obey my King should he have a reasonable request. However, I can tell you now, I won't be acting like a blind woman and do whatever either of you tell me to do without question." She nods firmly, taking a longer drink of the wine as she watches him through fraced brow.
He smiles, unable to help himself, then laughs. "Oh, Lothiriel. I would not ask you to bow to me, ever!" He leans over and kisses her cheek lightly. "Am I forgiven for harming your cousin?"
She laughs, patting his cheek. "So I forgive you and you won't make me bow down to you ever? I don't know, I hadn't planned on doing that anyway." That statement alone showed how much she trusted and loved him. Where he any other King she wouldn't dare even joke like that with them. But it wasn't any other kind, it was Eomer, the man she knew she would love until the end of time.
She gets up and moves to his chair, sitting in his lap and wrapping her arms around his nec loosely, being careful not to loose her drink on them. "You do not have to ask me, Eomer Darling. It is not I that needs to forgive you, it is Eowyn. He is in her care now, I have my hands full with you to be messing with forgiving you for knocking him out. No no, I have to think one thing though." Her face goes serious as she looks at him. "Honey, with everything, the Masssc and everything... I wonder how I am going to handle a child. I mean, it will not be like one birth but 2 since you are but a child too." She has to bite the inside of her lip to make her keep from smiling as she tries to look at him with great seriousness.
He wraps one arm around her waist, his other hand was holding onto his goblet of wine. When he hears what she says he gives her a hurt look, though his eyes betray him. "I am no child. I am a king!"
She raises one brow slowly, looking him up and down. "Are you sure that you are a King? Because I know you can be a child at any given moment." She bites her lip, the laughter obvious on her face.
He smirks at her. "Do not make me throw you in the dungeon, Lothiriel. Or put you under guard. I am no child. I am a king!" He sets his goblet down on the floor beside his chair. "I am older than you. Do not make me punish you, Lothiriel. Because I will."
She looks at him in shock. "Oh no! Eomer is going to punish me!" She shakes her head, trying to look scared. "If I am not careful he will take me and put me in the dungeon!" SHe puts the back of her hand on her forehead and fakes being faint. But as if to just get a little jab at him, she purposefully opens one eye and looks at him through it as she takes a sip of her wine, grining.
He sighs and smiles, shaking his head. "You did ask for it." He slips his hands under her over robe and starts to tickle her, grinning.
She looks at him in shock at first and then starts to wiggle in his arms, giggling and holding her glass high so that she doesn't spill it. "EOMER! I am going to loose it!! Stop it right now and I mean it!!" She was trying to set down her glass without tipping it an way
He grins and continues to tickle her, shaking his head. "You can not order your king to do something, Lothiriel, that is not until you are queen."
"You are going to make me spill the wine, Eomer!" she wiggles in his lap, trying to get her glass set down. "You are going to be in so much trouble if you dump this wine on my dress!" She tries to look stern, but fails miserably, instead she starts laughing.
He stops tickling her but keeps his hands where they are. "Then put the glass down, Darling. Then I shall punish you some more for calling your future husband and king a child."
She doesn't know what possesses her, it was probably the smirk on his face or the twinkle in his eyes. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't upset him with her next actions so she smiles sweetly and pours her wine on top of his head. "Now you are not only a kid, but you are all wet too." She starts to laugh, unable to stop self.
He looks at her, in shock. She had not just poured stick wine all over him, had she? Before he knows what he is doing he smirks and picks up his own goblet of wine. "And it is only fair my wife join me in my wet state." He snickers as she screams no, but he ignores her and pours the wine over her own head, smirking as he sets the goblet down again. "There. Now we both look ridiculous."
She screams, "NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo" but it doesn't stop him and soon she is all wet too. She laughs, looking down at them and then leans in and licks his cheek. "Mmmm nice , this is a good batch." She grins mischievously, leaning in again to lick his other cheek. "Yes, very good." Then she leans in and licks his bottom lip, grinning and waiting, then licks his top lip, teasing him, till finally at his growl she kisses him.
He keeps his arms around her, and when she licks his cheeks he makes a playful face. But when she licks his top lip he can do nothing more than growl at her. When she kisses him, he grins and returns her kiss passionately. When he pulls back a few moments later, he smiles at her, brushing a strand of her wet sticky hair off of her face with his hand. "Now explain to me how we shall be able to make it to our rooms without being seen by someone?"
She shrugs, smiling. "I guess we will have to sneak to the closest room to get cleaned up. Hmmm" She looks up as she tries to picture the layout, the grins at him. "That would be my room. I don't think I have anything for you to wear but we could at least get the wine out of your hair and dry you off." She runs her fingers through his wet sticky hair, pushing it back from his face. "Think you can get to my room without being seen?"
He smiles and shakes his head. "I highly doubt that. There is always one of my guards close at hand. But we could try." He gives her a playful look. "Are you not worried that to allow me into your room will cause me to try to make you my wife right now?" It wouldn't of course, he would be a perfect gentleman but still, he could tease her. "Or cause rumors to stir in the minds of the servants?"
She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head at him. "I do not think you will make me your wife. Not until you have a pastor bless it and take me to the room all in white, then you will lay me down on the bed, no sticky wine anywhere in sight." She smiles softly, leaning in to kiss him. "No, you won't try to make me your wife without all that. I trust you." She moves her lips to his ear and whispers, "Do you trust me?"
He gives her a pained look. "A room in white? I have no room in white in Edoras. Just wood colors and greens." He starts to look panicked, though it was just an act. "You will still marry me will you not? Even if our wedding night is spent in my room here?" He smiles when she giggles and again asks him if he trusted her. "No! You will be the death of me! A purely pleasurable death I am sure, but still! You will change me till my men see me as a King who dotes on his Queen and does anything and everything she asks of him. Why look! You already have me completely in love with you. Dotting will not be far behind I am sure." He should have looked stern through that whole speech but instead he had a smile on his face and looked like he found the idea quite a nice one.
She whispers in his ear if he still trusts her, then leans back and laughs, shaking her head. "Oh you will be doting on me, until you have a child and then I will never see you." She laughs, leaning in again to whisper in his ear again. "And I meant that I will be all in white, my wedding dress, Love. However, that is an idea. I could have you drape white material all over your bedroom, making a canapé over the bed." She laughs at his look. "Okay okay, brown it is." Wrinkling her nose at him she leans back in his arms. "Now are you going to take me to my room? Or are you going to chance trying to get to yours?"
He smiles and stands up, placing her on her feet. "Come. Lead me to your room. If we are seen we may use the excuse we had an argument and wine was used to knock sense into each other."
She raises her brows, shaking her head. "I rather have them think that we are both daft then have them think we are fighting. No no, if we do get caught we will just smile and act as if there is nothing wrong, ignoring the fact that we are rather sticky at the time." She takes his hand and leads him to the door, opening it a little ways to look out. "Okay," she whispers. "There isn't anyone there. Come on." She tugs on his hand and leads him out into the hall, being quiet as she rushes down it, heading for her room at the end. So far, so good.
He follows after her, smiling as they reach her room. He waits for her to open the door, looking around and seeing a few servants and guards but none of them notice them, or at least act like they don't notice them. He shakes his head as he is pulled quickly into the room and then the door shut. "I think we were seen. But I do not think it matters. They are loyal and will not think anything bad of our state."
She walks over to the basin and picking up the jug she fills it up. "If we want a bath, then we will have to call for someone to draw one. But I think that washing here will help. Come here." She motions him to come over. "Bend over the basin." She laughs and slaps his shoulder. "You said you trusted me. Come on." Once he complies she wets his hair and then starts to soap it up, using some of her special perfumed soap. She rubs his scalp gently. "See it is coming out and you can wash your face. Then you can go to your room to clean up the rest of the way, but you won't have the wine in your hair any more." She picks the pitcher up and rinses his hair out, massaging his head as she does. "Hold still, don't move." She moves away from him and gets a towel, coming back she lays it over the back of his head. "Okay, stand up." She drapes the towel over his head and starts to rub his hair with it, trying to get it as dry as she can. Then pulling it off she nods with satisfaction. "Much better.. One more thing." She picks up her brush and carefully brushes his hair, getting any tangles out of it. "Okay, you can wash your face now and then I will start getting closed up."
He does everything she says, showing exactly how much he trusted her since he never liked to have someone else get him clean. But he allows her to clean his hair and then brush it out. He smiles and washes the sticky wine off his face, then turns and looks at her. "Shall I return for you once I have changed my clothes? Or will you come to my room?"
She thinks about that. "Yes, how about you come back when you are done. Unless you take less the 5 minutes, then I will come to you." She grins playfully at him. "I will need at least a half hour to get ready."
"A half hour? I do not know about that." He gets a wicked look in his eyes and then jumps her, tackling her to the bed and tickling her. "You can do better then that! You really don't want me to leave, do you? You want to spend the whole night alone in your room with me."
She laughs, wriggling around under him on the bed. "Stop! Stop! We have to tell everyone it is dinner! If you keep doing this we will never get to your guests and let them know dinner was on, please!" She keeps laughing, unable to stop as she tries to get out from under him.
He grins and continues tickling her. "Say I am not a childish king and I will relent!" But he does stop as someone clears their throat. He turns his head slowly and sees a very amused looking servant. He himself does not move, simply says one thing. "Yes?" The servant, trying to hold back her own laughter, for she was old and had seen Eomer and Eowyn grow up, and could see the love the King had for his Gondor Lady, and she for him, nods and tells them dinner will be served and she had already informed the Lady Eowyn and Steward Faramir but they would be taking their meal in Faramir's room when he awoke. When Eomer nods the old lady leaves and laughter can be heard as she walks down the hall to inform the others.
Turning back to Lothiriel he smiles innocently and then smirks and starts to tickle her again. "Say I am not a childish king or we shall be late for dinner!" He then gets an idea. "Or you may instead kiss me and I shall forgive you then. Which will it be, my Queen?"
She laughs, gasping for air when he finally stops tickling her as they hear someone clear his throat. She looks around him and almost dies right there on the spot from embarrassment when she sees the old servant woman standing there. Instead she buries her head into his chest, burrowing up under his arm, hiding her face from view until the man leaves. "Is she gone?" she whispers when she thinks she hears the door and instantly is tickling her. "OKAY OKAY " she screams at the top of her lungs, laughing and wiggling. Finally he stops again and she takes a deep breath and nods. "I know which I want." And before he can react she pushes him onto his back, straddling his hips and lifting up just a little to take his head in her hands. Then she kisses him passionately, her hands moving to either side of his face, then down across his shoulders, opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss. She caresses his sides as she keeps kissing, feeling her heart in her throat, till finally she pulls away from him, breathing deeply. "How was that?" she pants, her eyes glazed from the kiss as she gazes down into his face.
He looks up at her, his eyes glazed a little and there was a far off look in them. He had kissed women passionately before but never like that. He blinks after a moment, then gets a thoughtful look on his face, his hands resting lightly on her hips. "I believe it will do just fine. I would ask for another but then we really would be late for dinner." He grins, looking up at her. "But then again I am the King and they can hold dinner for me. And you, as you will be my Queen."
She smiles down at him. "No, no, you need to get to dinner, though it will just be you and me and Boromir. Hopefully he is ready and we can have dinner. Come on, you need to get off me." But she doesn't move, she just keeps laying over him and smiling.
"Ah but you forget, Love. There is Gandalf as well." He smiles at her. "Alright. One last kiss, then we shall go to dinner."
"Okay, one last kiss." She leans down and kisses him, not holding anything back, unable to hold back, so that when she pulls back from it she is panting. "Dinner," she says breathlessly.
He nods, breathing heavily. "Dinner." When she moves off him he gets up and off the bed. He straightens his clothes, then smoothes back his hair and smiles at her, offering her his arm. "Come then." He leaves the room with her and heads out to the main hall and to the table that had been set up there.