A/N: yes, yes, bad lsoa, for starting ANOTHER new story without finishing this one. i'm sorry! i couldn't help it! but hey, i might write faster if i get some reviews for the pyrate queen. *pouts* you don't even have to be that familiar with the play (because i went extremely au...let's face it, i can't write songs)! so to make you forgive me, i have decided to send them to dol amroth and let you meet HIM at last (at last they go, at last they go, at last they really really go!) (ok, i'll shut up now)........
**disclaimer** i don't own any of this except my oc's! because if i owned anything else, i would be making money off it and i wouldn't have to worry about algebra or chemistry ever again!!!
Chapter XVI
April-May, T.A. 3021
It was a total of about three days after Lothiriel made her pronouncement that they at last decided to leave for Dol Amroth. Lothiriel could hardly contain her excitement. After all, she hadn't seen her brothers in ten years. So the companions prepared to travel again, this time with an entourage of twenty riders and no plans to find a runaway princess.
The evening before they left, Eomer asked Lothiriel to walk to the stables with him. She consented, and the two made their way down to the very place where they had held the duel. Eomer opened the gate to the stable and showed her in. "I wanted to give you something," he said.
"And it couldn't be given to me in the hall?" asked Lothiriel, amusement in her voice.
Eomer shook his head. "I don't think the nobility would have approved." Lothiriel was very relieved the light was dim, so he couldn't see her blush. Eomer took her hand and led her to a stall. She gasped audibly. In the stall, there was a golden mare. "Lothiriel, I would like you to meet Telan."
"Hello, Telan," Lothiriel whispered. "She's beautiful," she said to Eomer.
"She's yours."
"You mean it?"
"I do."
Lothiriel's eyes lit up. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She immediately opened the door and went in. "You're absolutely gorgeous, my lovely," she cooed, rubbing the horse's neck. "Absolutely gorgeous...."
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The next morning, twenty-three riders set out from Edoras for Estel's Gate. The week-long journey was a quiet one. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until after they reached the other side of the Gate. Upon exiting, Lothiriel gave a shout and raced Telan forward. Eomer came not far behind for there was a group of ten or fifteen riders waiting at the other side of the small valley.
"Elphir! Is it truly you!?" cried Lothiriel as she jumped off her horse to greet the foremost rider in a fierce hug.
"Aye, my sister!" He pulled back from her. "Lothiriel," he asked, his voice laced with concern, "what happened to your eye?"
"Oh that?" She gestured toward the half-healed bruise around her eye. "It's nothing."
Elphir leaned closer to her and whispered, "You haven't been beaten have you?"
"Of course not! I was in a duel," she said dismissively.
"With whom?"
"Me." It was Eomer.
"Valar, Eomer, what did you do to deserve such a fate?" Elphir laughed.
"He insulted me. Told me I snored," Lothiriel sniffed. "Which I don't."
Her elder brother raised an eyebrow at the two, but decided it was best he didn't know why Eomer had heard Lothiriel's snoring. Instead, he looked at his sister more closely. "Lothiriel, you've grown. Last time I saw you, you were still short enough to be used as an armrest."
Lothiriel gave him a slight punch in the ribs. "You never used me as an armrest. You wouldn't have dared! I could have taken you easily."
"Could not!" he exclaimed. "Your brain has become befuddled by the Elvish cordial. That was Erchirion that you kicked in the stomach so many times."
"I suppose you're right. Oh well. But it's not the fault of the Elvish cordial, oh no. If anything, I have forgotten because of the Rohirric ale. It is very strong."
Again, Elphir raised an eyebrow. "I'll take your word on it. In any case, I have a message for you."
"Yes?"
"Father wants me to escort you and your entourage to the city, where he and Mother await you. Once you have had a day of rest, we will have a feast in honor of your betrothal."
"Sounds splendid," Eomer said. "Shall we go?"
"Most certainly," Lothiriel replied. She remounted Telan and brought her up to where her brother rode with his captain.
"Lady Lothiriel, I haven't seen you in an age," a voice from beside the princess exclaimed.
She turned and gasped. "Sarn?" The man nodded. "Forgive me for doing so, but I'd nearly forgotten you!"
The brown-haired man grinned. "No matter. What was Rivendell like? I have heard many tales of King Elessar's childhood home, but I wanted to hear about it from a lady I knew I could trust."
Lothiriel smiled and launched into an animated discussion with her old friend about the ways of the Elves and her journeys through Middle Earth, completely oblivious to the scowls they were receiving from a certain Horse-lord.
A/N (again): whew. so now that you've met HIM, i bet you're wondering how in the world he's going to cause problems for our two lovebirds. never fear, he's not as innocent as he seems.......
**disclaimer** i don't own any of this except my oc's! because if i owned anything else, i would be making money off it and i wouldn't have to worry about algebra or chemistry ever again!!!
Chapter XVI
April-May, T.A. 3021
It was a total of about three days after Lothiriel made her pronouncement that they at last decided to leave for Dol Amroth. Lothiriel could hardly contain her excitement. After all, she hadn't seen her brothers in ten years. So the companions prepared to travel again, this time with an entourage of twenty riders and no plans to find a runaway princess.
The evening before they left, Eomer asked Lothiriel to walk to the stables with him. She consented, and the two made their way down to the very place where they had held the duel. Eomer opened the gate to the stable and showed her in. "I wanted to give you something," he said.
"And it couldn't be given to me in the hall?" asked Lothiriel, amusement in her voice.
Eomer shook his head. "I don't think the nobility would have approved." Lothiriel was very relieved the light was dim, so he couldn't see her blush. Eomer took her hand and led her to a stall. She gasped audibly. In the stall, there was a golden mare. "Lothiriel, I would like you to meet Telan."
"Hello, Telan," Lothiriel whispered. "She's beautiful," she said to Eomer.
"She's yours."
"You mean it?"
"I do."
Lothiriel's eyes lit up. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She immediately opened the door and went in. "You're absolutely gorgeous, my lovely," she cooed, rubbing the horse's neck. "Absolutely gorgeous...."
************
The next morning, twenty-three riders set out from Edoras for Estel's Gate. The week-long journey was a quiet one. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until after they reached the other side of the Gate. Upon exiting, Lothiriel gave a shout and raced Telan forward. Eomer came not far behind for there was a group of ten or fifteen riders waiting at the other side of the small valley.
"Elphir! Is it truly you!?" cried Lothiriel as she jumped off her horse to greet the foremost rider in a fierce hug.
"Aye, my sister!" He pulled back from her. "Lothiriel," he asked, his voice laced with concern, "what happened to your eye?"
"Oh that?" She gestured toward the half-healed bruise around her eye. "It's nothing."
Elphir leaned closer to her and whispered, "You haven't been beaten have you?"
"Of course not! I was in a duel," she said dismissively.
"With whom?"
"Me." It was Eomer.
"Valar, Eomer, what did you do to deserve such a fate?" Elphir laughed.
"He insulted me. Told me I snored," Lothiriel sniffed. "Which I don't."
Her elder brother raised an eyebrow at the two, but decided it was best he didn't know why Eomer had heard Lothiriel's snoring. Instead, he looked at his sister more closely. "Lothiriel, you've grown. Last time I saw you, you were still short enough to be used as an armrest."
Lothiriel gave him a slight punch in the ribs. "You never used me as an armrest. You wouldn't have dared! I could have taken you easily."
"Could not!" he exclaimed. "Your brain has become befuddled by the Elvish cordial. That was Erchirion that you kicked in the stomach so many times."
"I suppose you're right. Oh well. But it's not the fault of the Elvish cordial, oh no. If anything, I have forgotten because of the Rohirric ale. It is very strong."
Again, Elphir raised an eyebrow. "I'll take your word on it. In any case, I have a message for you."
"Yes?"
"Father wants me to escort you and your entourage to the city, where he and Mother await you. Once you have had a day of rest, we will have a feast in honor of your betrothal."
"Sounds splendid," Eomer said. "Shall we go?"
"Most certainly," Lothiriel replied. She remounted Telan and brought her up to where her brother rode with his captain.
"Lady Lothiriel, I haven't seen you in an age," a voice from beside the princess exclaimed.
She turned and gasped. "Sarn?" The man nodded. "Forgive me for doing so, but I'd nearly forgotten you!"
The brown-haired man grinned. "No matter. What was Rivendell like? I have heard many tales of King Elessar's childhood home, but I wanted to hear about it from a lady I knew I could trust."
Lothiriel smiled and launched into an animated discussion with her old friend about the ways of the Elves and her journeys through Middle Earth, completely oblivious to the scowls they were receiving from a certain Horse-lord.
A/N (again): whew. so now that you've met HIM, i bet you're wondering how in the world he's going to cause problems for our two lovebirds. never fear, he's not as innocent as he seems.......