Lothiriel frowns but then she is pulled off before she can say anything. "Eomer! A ride? But we were going to talk to Faramir and see how he is." She frowns, walking by Boromir's room. "Should we check on Boromir?"
Eomer smiles at her, shaking his head. "They are both fine, Love. Come with me. Or do you not like horses?" He pulls her into the stable and past the horses until he reaches his.
She laughs, shaking her head. "No no, I like horses, sometimes. And yours seems nice. Are we going to ride together or are you going to saddle a horse for me as well?"
He smiles, letting go of her hand so that he could get the saddle on his horse. "You shall ride in front of me if you do not mind."
She waits while he saddles his horse. "No, I can ride in front. I don't mind at all." She sits on a bail of hay and picks at it. "So where are we going? We can't leave the city without an escort so are you going to finally show me this city of yours? Hmmmm?" She tosses a piece of hay at him, grinning.
He smiles as he puts the bridle on his horse, using some oats to ease the bit into his horse's mouth. Then he makes sure the saddle was on right before he starts to lead his horse from the stall. "Yes I am. And since it is such a nice night, I figured we could go for a quick ride. Do not worry. We will stay in sight of the guards." He gets onto his horse and offers her his hand, helping her up in front of him. He smiles and she leans back against him between his arms. "The city is beautiful at night. And at sunset and at sunrise, and when the sun is shining on the Golden Hall just right." He starts to moves the horse out of the stable, nodding to one of the guards they pass.
She climbs up in front of him with his help and settles back against him, sitting sidesaddle since she wasn't dressed to ride like a man. She leans her side against him and smiles as they take off. "Just take it easy with me, Eomer, and everything will be just fine." She looks out over the city as he starts to move through the streets, shaking her head slightly. "So many women," she whispers. "So many widows really. I kind of feel guilty. I will have my husband and so many of these women will never see theirs again." She frowns, true sadness crossing her delicate features.
He keeps one arm wrapped around her waist, smiling when she lays her head on his should. He looks around, nodding as he sees what she does. "Yes, Love. Many lives were lost in the war. But we must remember, those that were lost helped bring about the fall of our greatest enemies. If I were able, I would bury them all with the Kings of old. For in my eyes they all have the honor of kings." He sighs softly. "You will make a good Queen, Lothiriel. If you care this much for my people." He kisses the top of her head lightly.
She snuggles against him, sighing. "But it isn't just your people, Eomer," she says softly, "it is all people. The people of Gondor as well as those of Rohan. We really need to unite and remain on friendly grounds, because only then will we be able to flourish. Open your arms to Gondorian men and them the same, so that the bloodlines mix and we do not both die from lack of proper lines. I know, I know, I am asking more then even Elessar King would probably abide by. We are on good standing, but I fear that some will still not want things like what we are going to do. Mixing the blood lines. I fear my brothers biggest problem will not be that you are taking me from Gondor, but that you are not of Gondor blood." She looks up at him tenderly. "I care about all people, I just do not want our cities to die."
He smiles at her. "You are very wise my beloved. But you need not worry. I will not think badly of Gondor ever again. And I will not hesitate to aid them if they ask for it." He holds her close with one hand as he rides out through the gates. "Gondor has a life long friend in Rohan, Lothiriel. For as long as they want it. And I will bless any marriage that is based on love. No matter if they are from Rohan or Gondor or both."
She smiles at him, glad that he agreed with her. "It will be so good to have the two united again. It has been too long." She blushes slightly. "And you didn't have to marry royalty from them. Just me. And you didn't HAVE to marry me, or still have to marry. Though now that you have my heart you better not hand it back. It will be in pieces if you do."
He snorts, shaking his head. "The day I hand you back your heart is the day that will never come." He smiles and kisses her softly. "Now. Enough talk. We have yet to finish our discussion of children." He was now moving the horse in a wide circle around the whole city. But always he stayed close and in view of the town guards. "As I was saying before. A few boys and a few girls will be nice. Ah but if we do have girls, you must promise me you will let them learn sword skills if they wish."
She can't help but smile. "I did not realize that we had not finished our discussion about children. Okay," she kisses his cheek and then realizes where they were and looks down at the horse, trying to look like they hadn't just been kissing while riding through the city. "Umm, girls? You want me to let them learn sword skills if they wish?" She frowns. "I don't know, that is so dangerous. They could really get hurt." She looks at him sideways, knowing that it was a big part of his background, that was why Eowyn was a shieldmaiden. "Only if you teach me how to use one, so that I am not the only woman in this family that doesn't know how to use one." Her frown breaks into a smile, never having intended to keep that from him. "And the boys have to learn to sew."
He looks at her. "You want me to teach you how to use a sword?" He smiles at her, nodding. "Then I shall teach you how to use a sword. And if that is the price for my daughters to be shieldmaidens, then so be it. My sons will know how to sew."
She laughs, her laughter filling the evening air like a soft melody, causing some of those close by to turn and look for where it was coming from, looks of shock when they realize that it was their King and a young lady. "I was just playing, Love. They do not need to learn to sew. I would never keep your daughters from their birth right. However it is good if they do know how to sew as it can come in handy for many things. From clothing to cuts. It is the one thing that can come in handy. That and cooking. I do not think that men should not know these type of things. They will be able to survive if they are taught certain basic things."
He smiles at her and nods, still steering his horse around the city. "Yes well they shall learn everything. Including cooking. As Eowyn and I never learned. So please, never ask me to cook unless you wish a visit to the healers." He smiles at her. "Do you cook? Perhaps you could teach me, if you do."
"Yes, actually, I do know how to cook. I was taught by my father's favorite cook. It was something that I could do in the afternoons while my brothers were at their sword practice and they bow practice, or whatever weapon of choice they needed to practice. I was taught how to sew and how to do needle work and how to cook. I loved baking the most, and the sweets I made my brothers loved!" She grins proudly, remembering those afternoons. "I can tell you which is the favorite of each of my brothers. Only one doesn't like sweets and for him I baked breads."
He smiles at that thought. "Ah good. So you can teach me to cook. A fair trade if I am to teach you to use a sword." He stops as the horse comes to the top of a rock outcrop. He smiles as the land below was all bathed in soft light. "I told you it was beautiful."
She looks out over the city, the land was touched by the setting sun, causing it to burn a fiery red where the sun touched the land. The colors were so bright and vibrant that you would almost think that the land was really on fire where the sun was kissing it. She sucks in her breath sharply, unable to stop herself as she gasps from the beauty of it all. "Oh Eomer! It is so beautiful!" She smiles brightly, her smile almost as bright as the setting sun. "I can see why you wanted to take me out tonight." She was whispering as if she was afraid to speak up and disturb something. "I have never seen anything before so beautiful!"
He smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her gently. "You shall see many more, Love. Now, shall we discuss our wedding? Do you wish me to tell you of my traditions?" She can't help it, she starts to giggle. And she doesn't seem to be able to stop. It wasn't laughing, or roaring or anything like that. No, indeed, it was GIGGLING. She sit there giggling and trying to stop. What had hit her funny bone was simple. So far tonight he had been acting more like the bride to be then the husband to be. Talking about babies and how many and how soon and what would happen in case something went wrong or bad, all kinds of things like that. And now he had started in on the wedding. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally is able to get her giggling under control and she looks deeply into his eyes. "I am sorry," she says with a bright smile. "I did not mean to start laughing like that. It is just it hit me funny. But do not worry." she instantly drops the smile, looking at him seriously. "I can be serious when I need to." But there is a twinkle in her eyes that calls her a liar. He smiles at her and shakes his head as he listens to her giggling. "Are you quite finished?" When she nods he smiles. "Good. And no you can not be serious. You are always laughing." He leans in and kisses her frown. "And I would have it no other way, Lothiriel. I enjoy hearing you laugh." When he kisses the frown away she finally smiles. "If you are sure, then I will not worry." She looks back out over the city, then back to him. "Well where in the city do you want to have the wedding?" He smiles at Lothiriel. He knew exactly where he wanted to be married. The same place his father and mother had been married. Or so his Uncle had always told Eowyn and him. "I think it would be a good idea to have the ceremony at the top of the stairs that lead to the Golden Hall." She leans back against him, the back of her head resting lightly on his chest as she looks up and out towards the sky. "I think that will be lovely, and it we have it right at the beginning or end of the day, then the colors from the sun will be spectacular. Do you not agree?" She smiles over her shoulder at him, her lips but a breath from his so she kisses him, unable to resist. He returns her kiss, nodding when she pulls back. "Yes I do agree. But which time? Morning or evening?" He lets go of the reigns, which allows his horse to graze. He wraps both arms around her and holds her close, smiling at her. "And are we to be married as soon as your family arrives?" She giggles again, still finding their time together enjoyable. "I do not know if we can get married THAT fast, Eomer Dear." She leans up and kisses him tenderly. He looks at her, grinning. "Why not? How long do you think your family will stay for?" He returns her kiss with one of his own, keeping his arms wrapped tight around her. "Hmmmmm I think you are the one dragging your feet now. Not Eowyn and Faramir." He was only teasing her, and that showed in his eyes. She shakes her head. "Oh Eomer! If you are so worried, then let's do it a few days after they arrive. You have to wait a few days for Mom and Dad to get used to the idea." She runs her thumb across the bare skin on his chin, tracing the outline of the skin, her eyes following her thumb. He smiles at her, nodding. "I would like that very much. Thank you. I am sorry. I have never been patient. You may ask Eowyn that. I would always tell her to hurry whenever we were going somewhere and she could not keep up. That is when we were children." He kisses her softly. "It will not take long to plan. All that needs to be done is to tell the servants how we would like it decorated and to have the tailor make some clothes." She reaches up between them, caressing his cheek. "I take it you have all those plans already done in this handsome head of yours?" Once again she sees how he was far more prepared for this wedding then she was. She would let him do anything and everything for the wedding as he was the one who knew exactly where to go and what they would need. "Honey, you don't mind doing a lot of this work, do you? Since you know more about the area and such...." She lets her last word draw out a little, looking at him quizzically. He smiles and shakes his head. "No. I do not mind. Though it will be YOU who chooses the decorations as that is the woman's job. I will take care of the feast and of the traditions and so on. You do the woman's work." He grins, wondering if she would agree or not. "Woman's work?" She laughs, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh I think that you can have a say in the decorations a little. Maybe HELP me with them? And you said that you were going to tell me some of your traditions when it comes to weddings." She settles back against him, rubbing her arms to chase the chill and waiting for him to start the tale. He smiles and wraps his cloak around them both, which in turn hides his arms and hands from view. Meaning if he wanted to, and if she let him, he could touch her without anyone seeing. But being a gentleman he wasn't about to do that. Not yet anyways. "Well...for one, the King is suppose to marry us. But seeing as I am the King, we will have to settle with the next best thing. Gandalf. Or King Elessar. And after we are married, then you will be presented with your crown." "Then we will have to have Gandalf do it. In fact, I think that I like the idea of Gandalf, or Elessar King. To me, to be honest, Love, I really could not care who it is that weds us, as long as at the end of the day you and I are husband and wife." She blushes at how bold she spoke, but it was the truth. He smiles at her, nodding. "Then I shall ask Gandalf if he will perform the ceremony." He leans in and kisses her softly. "Perhaps we should get back. Tomorrow we must say goodbye to our guests." She turns enough to wrap her arms around his neck, glad for the seclusion right then. "Yes, tomorrow we have to say goodbye to our guests and send out a messenger for our wedding guests." She was running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled tenderly into his eyes, smiling, happy to be there at that exact moment and unable to stop smiling because of it. "I think that you should send an open invitation to any of the peasants of Gondor, if they wish to come they only need to arrive in time. I think that it might help smooth it over with those that will be upset, on both sides." She doesn't stop wrapping his hair around her fingers at the nape of his neck. He smiles at her and nods. "Then we shall invite anyone and everyone who wishes to come. That is except for the Haradrim, Sarumon, Wormtongue, or any Orcs. Oh and the Corsairs. None of them either." He sees her look and smiles, then starts to laugh at an image that enters his head. She smiles, tilting her head to the side to look at him curiously. "What is so funny, Darling?" He keeps laughing, shaking his head. Finally, when he is able to get a hold of himself he speaks. "I saw a picture in my mind of an Orc in a dress. It was hilarious." He smiles at her, leaning in to kiss her. "Hilarious but also slightly disturbing as well. Be glad we are not Orcs." She makes a face, wrinkling up her nose at the thought. "Oh Eomer! Why do I get the idea that only you could come up with something like that. " She turns away from him, shaking her head repeatedly as she settles into the saddle for the ride back to the stables. "Come on, we have people we need to talk to." She had turned around and faced away from him not to just get ready, but because she couldn't keep the smile off her face another second and she didn't want to encourage him any more then he already was. He smiles and picks up the reigns, moving the horse around and back towards the gates. "You will be happy to know, I only think of such things when I am in a humorous mood." He smiles more when she leans back against him. They were still wrapped in his cloak. "Lothiriel....I love you."
Eomer smiles at her, shaking his head. "They are both fine, Love. Come with me. Or do you not like horses?" He pulls her into the stable and past the horses until he reaches his.
She laughs, shaking her head. "No no, I like horses, sometimes. And yours seems nice. Are we going to ride together or are you going to saddle a horse for me as well?"
He smiles, letting go of her hand so that he could get the saddle on his horse. "You shall ride in front of me if you do not mind."
She waits while he saddles his horse. "No, I can ride in front. I don't mind at all." She sits on a bail of hay and picks at it. "So where are we going? We can't leave the city without an escort so are you going to finally show me this city of yours? Hmmmm?" She tosses a piece of hay at him, grinning.
He smiles as he puts the bridle on his horse, using some oats to ease the bit into his horse's mouth. Then he makes sure the saddle was on right before he starts to lead his horse from the stall. "Yes I am. And since it is such a nice night, I figured we could go for a quick ride. Do not worry. We will stay in sight of the guards." He gets onto his horse and offers her his hand, helping her up in front of him. He smiles and she leans back against him between his arms. "The city is beautiful at night. And at sunset and at sunrise, and when the sun is shining on the Golden Hall just right." He starts to moves the horse out of the stable, nodding to one of the guards they pass.
She climbs up in front of him with his help and settles back against him, sitting sidesaddle since she wasn't dressed to ride like a man. She leans her side against him and smiles as they take off. "Just take it easy with me, Eomer, and everything will be just fine." She looks out over the city as he starts to move through the streets, shaking her head slightly. "So many women," she whispers. "So many widows really. I kind of feel guilty. I will have my husband and so many of these women will never see theirs again." She frowns, true sadness crossing her delicate features.
He keeps one arm wrapped around her waist, smiling when she lays her head on his should. He looks around, nodding as he sees what she does. "Yes, Love. Many lives were lost in the war. But we must remember, those that were lost helped bring about the fall of our greatest enemies. If I were able, I would bury them all with the Kings of old. For in my eyes they all have the honor of kings." He sighs softly. "You will make a good Queen, Lothiriel. If you care this much for my people." He kisses the top of her head lightly.
She snuggles against him, sighing. "But it isn't just your people, Eomer," she says softly, "it is all people. The people of Gondor as well as those of Rohan. We really need to unite and remain on friendly grounds, because only then will we be able to flourish. Open your arms to Gondorian men and them the same, so that the bloodlines mix and we do not both die from lack of proper lines. I know, I know, I am asking more then even Elessar King would probably abide by. We are on good standing, but I fear that some will still not want things like what we are going to do. Mixing the blood lines. I fear my brothers biggest problem will not be that you are taking me from Gondor, but that you are not of Gondor blood." She looks up at him tenderly. "I care about all people, I just do not want our cities to die."
He smiles at her. "You are very wise my beloved. But you need not worry. I will not think badly of Gondor ever again. And I will not hesitate to aid them if they ask for it." He holds her close with one hand as he rides out through the gates. "Gondor has a life long friend in Rohan, Lothiriel. For as long as they want it. And I will bless any marriage that is based on love. No matter if they are from Rohan or Gondor or both."
She smiles at him, glad that he agreed with her. "It will be so good to have the two united again. It has been too long." She blushes slightly. "And you didn't have to marry royalty from them. Just me. And you didn't HAVE to marry me, or still have to marry. Though now that you have my heart you better not hand it back. It will be in pieces if you do."
He snorts, shaking his head. "The day I hand you back your heart is the day that will never come." He smiles and kisses her softly. "Now. Enough talk. We have yet to finish our discussion of children." He was now moving the horse in a wide circle around the whole city. But always he stayed close and in view of the town guards. "As I was saying before. A few boys and a few girls will be nice. Ah but if we do have girls, you must promise me you will let them learn sword skills if they wish."
She can't help but smile. "I did not realize that we had not finished our discussion about children. Okay," she kisses his cheek and then realizes where they were and looks down at the horse, trying to look like they hadn't just been kissing while riding through the city. "Umm, girls? You want me to let them learn sword skills if they wish?" She frowns. "I don't know, that is so dangerous. They could really get hurt." She looks at him sideways, knowing that it was a big part of his background, that was why Eowyn was a shieldmaiden. "Only if you teach me how to use one, so that I am not the only woman in this family that doesn't know how to use one." Her frown breaks into a smile, never having intended to keep that from him. "And the boys have to learn to sew."
He looks at her. "You want me to teach you how to use a sword?" He smiles at her, nodding. "Then I shall teach you how to use a sword. And if that is the price for my daughters to be shieldmaidens, then so be it. My sons will know how to sew."
She laughs, her laughter filling the evening air like a soft melody, causing some of those close by to turn and look for where it was coming from, looks of shock when they realize that it was their King and a young lady. "I was just playing, Love. They do not need to learn to sew. I would never keep your daughters from their birth right. However it is good if they do know how to sew as it can come in handy for many things. From clothing to cuts. It is the one thing that can come in handy. That and cooking. I do not think that men should not know these type of things. They will be able to survive if they are taught certain basic things."
He smiles at her and nods, still steering his horse around the city. "Yes well they shall learn everything. Including cooking. As Eowyn and I never learned. So please, never ask me to cook unless you wish a visit to the healers." He smiles at her. "Do you cook? Perhaps you could teach me, if you do."
"Yes, actually, I do know how to cook. I was taught by my father's favorite cook. It was something that I could do in the afternoons while my brothers were at their sword practice and they bow practice, or whatever weapon of choice they needed to practice. I was taught how to sew and how to do needle work and how to cook. I loved baking the most, and the sweets I made my brothers loved!" She grins proudly, remembering those afternoons. "I can tell you which is the favorite of each of my brothers. Only one doesn't like sweets and for him I baked breads."
He smiles at that thought. "Ah good. So you can teach me to cook. A fair trade if I am to teach you to use a sword." He stops as the horse comes to the top of a rock outcrop. He smiles as the land below was all bathed in soft light. "I told you it was beautiful."
She looks out over the city, the land was touched by the setting sun, causing it to burn a fiery red where the sun touched the land. The colors were so bright and vibrant that you would almost think that the land was really on fire where the sun was kissing it. She sucks in her breath sharply, unable to stop herself as she gasps from the beauty of it all. "Oh Eomer! It is so beautiful!" She smiles brightly, her smile almost as bright as the setting sun. "I can see why you wanted to take me out tonight." She was whispering as if she was afraid to speak up and disturb something. "I have never seen anything before so beautiful!"
He smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her gently. "You shall see many more, Love. Now, shall we discuss our wedding? Do you wish me to tell you of my traditions?" She can't help it, she starts to giggle. And she doesn't seem to be able to stop. It wasn't laughing, or roaring or anything like that. No, indeed, it was GIGGLING. She sit there giggling and trying to stop. What had hit her funny bone was simple. So far tonight he had been acting more like the bride to be then the husband to be. Talking about babies and how many and how soon and what would happen in case something went wrong or bad, all kinds of things like that. And now he had started in on the wedding. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally is able to get her giggling under control and she looks deeply into his eyes. "I am sorry," she says with a bright smile. "I did not mean to start laughing like that. It is just it hit me funny. But do not worry." she instantly drops the smile, looking at him seriously. "I can be serious when I need to." But there is a twinkle in her eyes that calls her a liar. He smiles at her and shakes his head as he listens to her giggling. "Are you quite finished?" When she nods he smiles. "Good. And no you can not be serious. You are always laughing." He leans in and kisses her frown. "And I would have it no other way, Lothiriel. I enjoy hearing you laugh." When he kisses the frown away she finally smiles. "If you are sure, then I will not worry." She looks back out over the city, then back to him. "Well where in the city do you want to have the wedding?" He smiles at Lothiriel. He knew exactly where he wanted to be married. The same place his father and mother had been married. Or so his Uncle had always told Eowyn and him. "I think it would be a good idea to have the ceremony at the top of the stairs that lead to the Golden Hall." She leans back against him, the back of her head resting lightly on his chest as she looks up and out towards the sky. "I think that will be lovely, and it we have it right at the beginning or end of the day, then the colors from the sun will be spectacular. Do you not agree?" She smiles over her shoulder at him, her lips but a breath from his so she kisses him, unable to resist. He returns her kiss, nodding when she pulls back. "Yes I do agree. But which time? Morning or evening?" He lets go of the reigns, which allows his horse to graze. He wraps both arms around her and holds her close, smiling at her. "And are we to be married as soon as your family arrives?" She giggles again, still finding their time together enjoyable. "I do not know if we can get married THAT fast, Eomer Dear." She leans up and kisses him tenderly. He looks at her, grinning. "Why not? How long do you think your family will stay for?" He returns her kiss with one of his own, keeping his arms wrapped tight around her. "Hmmmmm I think you are the one dragging your feet now. Not Eowyn and Faramir." He was only teasing her, and that showed in his eyes. She shakes her head. "Oh Eomer! If you are so worried, then let's do it a few days after they arrive. You have to wait a few days for Mom and Dad to get used to the idea." She runs her thumb across the bare skin on his chin, tracing the outline of the skin, her eyes following her thumb. He smiles at her, nodding. "I would like that very much. Thank you. I am sorry. I have never been patient. You may ask Eowyn that. I would always tell her to hurry whenever we were going somewhere and she could not keep up. That is when we were children." He kisses her softly. "It will not take long to plan. All that needs to be done is to tell the servants how we would like it decorated and to have the tailor make some clothes." She reaches up between them, caressing his cheek. "I take it you have all those plans already done in this handsome head of yours?" Once again she sees how he was far more prepared for this wedding then she was. She would let him do anything and everything for the wedding as he was the one who knew exactly where to go and what they would need. "Honey, you don't mind doing a lot of this work, do you? Since you know more about the area and such...." She lets her last word draw out a little, looking at him quizzically. He smiles and shakes his head. "No. I do not mind. Though it will be YOU who chooses the decorations as that is the woman's job. I will take care of the feast and of the traditions and so on. You do the woman's work." He grins, wondering if she would agree or not. "Woman's work?" She laughs, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh I think that you can have a say in the decorations a little. Maybe HELP me with them? And you said that you were going to tell me some of your traditions when it comes to weddings." She settles back against him, rubbing her arms to chase the chill and waiting for him to start the tale. He smiles and wraps his cloak around them both, which in turn hides his arms and hands from view. Meaning if he wanted to, and if she let him, he could touch her without anyone seeing. But being a gentleman he wasn't about to do that. Not yet anyways. "Well...for one, the King is suppose to marry us. But seeing as I am the King, we will have to settle with the next best thing. Gandalf. Or King Elessar. And after we are married, then you will be presented with your crown." "Then we will have to have Gandalf do it. In fact, I think that I like the idea of Gandalf, or Elessar King. To me, to be honest, Love, I really could not care who it is that weds us, as long as at the end of the day you and I are husband and wife." She blushes at how bold she spoke, but it was the truth. He smiles at her, nodding. "Then I shall ask Gandalf if he will perform the ceremony." He leans in and kisses her softly. "Perhaps we should get back. Tomorrow we must say goodbye to our guests." She turns enough to wrap her arms around his neck, glad for the seclusion right then. "Yes, tomorrow we have to say goodbye to our guests and send out a messenger for our wedding guests." She was running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled tenderly into his eyes, smiling, happy to be there at that exact moment and unable to stop smiling because of it. "I think that you should send an open invitation to any of the peasants of Gondor, if they wish to come they only need to arrive in time. I think that it might help smooth it over with those that will be upset, on both sides." She doesn't stop wrapping his hair around her fingers at the nape of his neck. He smiles at her and nods. "Then we shall invite anyone and everyone who wishes to come. That is except for the Haradrim, Sarumon, Wormtongue, or any Orcs. Oh and the Corsairs. None of them either." He sees her look and smiles, then starts to laugh at an image that enters his head. She smiles, tilting her head to the side to look at him curiously. "What is so funny, Darling?" He keeps laughing, shaking his head. Finally, when he is able to get a hold of himself he speaks. "I saw a picture in my mind of an Orc in a dress. It was hilarious." He smiles at her, leaning in to kiss her. "Hilarious but also slightly disturbing as well. Be glad we are not Orcs." She makes a face, wrinkling up her nose at the thought. "Oh Eomer! Why do I get the idea that only you could come up with something like that. " She turns away from him, shaking her head repeatedly as she settles into the saddle for the ride back to the stables. "Come on, we have people we need to talk to." She had turned around and faced away from him not to just get ready, but because she couldn't keep the smile off her face another second and she didn't want to encourage him any more then he already was. He smiles and picks up the reigns, moving the horse around and back towards the gates. "You will be happy to know, I only think of such things when I am in a humorous mood." He smiles more when she leans back against him. They were still wrapped in his cloak. "Lothiriel....I love you."