Author's Note: Okay, so my attempt at putting in scene separators didn't
work. I don't know why on earth it didn't! I tried something new, hopefully
it uploaded! (Crossing fingers)
Thanks for the lovely reviews !
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing related to Lord of the Rings. Bugger.
The White City
King Eomer of Rohan watched a skilled rider, followed by several soldiers, skillfully race up the circles of Minas Tirith.
"A little late for the battle, don't you think?" he teased, as his sister Eowyn stood by his side with no comment. The lead rider continued to climb, faster and faster until Eomer saw a horse gallop at full speed towards the courtyard of the king. Without waiting for the horse to stop, the rider skillfully jumped from its back and straightened up. Only then, did king and sister realize the rider was a woman.
"Judging by the speed of your arrival, I am to assume you either bear a message of great import or you are in great hurry to see someone. Please, allow me to be of service," Eomer said with a bow, as the hooded figure walked up to the spot where he and Eowyn stood.
"I thank you from the deepest depths of my heart. I am Lothiriel, Princess of Dol Amroth. I travel from the land of the sea in search of my father, Prince Imrahil, my brothers, Elphir, Amrothos, and Erchirion, and my beloved cousin, Faramir, son of Denethor and Steward of Gondor," Lothiriel said in the manner of royal Gondorian address, as she pushed back her hood and curtsied.
"I am Eomer, King of Rohan. This is my sister, Eowyn. We shall both be pleased to be of any assistance to you. Your father and brothers sit this hour in council and will surely be there this late hour attending to matters of state. Your cousin, however, lies in the Houses of Healing this day and there I shall lead you, if commanded," he bowed deeply as Eowyn curtsied. As he looked up, he was struck by the beauty of the woman before him, and his heart stopped for seconds, before he regained himself in time to hear her address her thanks. He offered her his arm, as brother and sister led Lothiriel toward the building in which her cousin lay.
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"Faramir!" Lothiriel shouted, forgetting all of her former formality befitting of her station. She ran at great speed to the man who stood before her, arms wide open. "What are you doing here? Did you not write to say you were released?"
"Lothiriel! I see you have lost none of your courageousness, nor your inability to follow the express wishes of your family. So here you stand, untouched, and I am truly glad to see you, cousin. I am here on account of the ever-growing pounding in my head, caused by the massive amounts of matters of state that have been swimming around in it for the past days. 'Tis a small matter," Faramir glanced over her shoulder and noticed none other than the King of the Riddermark and his fair sister standing at his side.
"Your majesty," he said, bowing deeply. He turned to Eowyn and smiled. "Eowyn," he whispered, as he took her hand and kissed it gently. Eomer coughed and turned to the side, as Lothiriel looked on, amused.
"Aaah, Lothiriel, I see you have run into Eomer King and his beautiful sister Eowyn," he smiled, as he stared still into Eowyn's bright face.
"Yes, cousin, I was fortunate enough to make their acquaintance as I rode into the city. His majesty and his sister were kind enough to humour Gondor's silliest princess in her hunt to find her most beloved kin," she said with a smile. "And it seems, dear cousin, that you and I have much talking to do. For if I see and assume correctly, I am to have another cousin to love as dearly as I love you, is this not true?" she said in her playful manner, as she motioned toward Eowyn and the cloak that hung around her shoulders. "If I am not mistaken, Faramir, then what you told me in secret at age fourteen holds true today. Your bride-to-be wears the most precious heirloom of the late Lady Fuindilas." Faramir had the good grace to blush at her speech, as Eomer coughed away the makings of a laugh behind his large hand.
"You assume correctly, cousin. I suppose a re-introduction is in order. May I present to you, Eowyn of Rohan, soon to be Eowyn of Gondor," he smiled as he took her hand in his.
"And I am delighted that Faramir has finally found one deserving of his love, for I am positive that I shall find you no less than the perfect woman for my dearest cousin," she said, as she embraced Eowyn. "Now, Faramir, although you know I would love to stay up all night in our roguish manner and talk the dark away, I am tired from a long and grueling journey, and I shall need my rest for the coronation festivities that follow tomorrow." She turned to leave, when a deep voice stopped her.
"Allow me to escort the Lady Lothiriel to her readied chambers in the palace, that is, if she and her cousin permit it," he said, staring warmly into her face and soaking up the sight of her beauty.
"Aaah, you need not seek my cousin's counsel on such matters, for I doubt he heard most of your request," she said, as she giggled at the sight of her cousin and Eowyn walking arm-in-arm, headed towards the gardens. "I should be honoured at your company, your majesty. Please, however, allow me to apologize for my pert manner of late. My cousin, as you see, always brings out the best in me," she said with a curtsy before taking his proffered arm.
"No apology needed, princess, though if you insist upon laying it down, I shall gladly accept. Let us dispense of formality. You and I are to be family soon, are we not? You may call me Eomer," he said.
"Only if you call me Lothiriel," she answered with a smile, as they walked toward the palaces of Minas Tirith.
Thanks for the lovely reviews !
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing related to Lord of the Rings. Bugger.
The White City
King Eomer of Rohan watched a skilled rider, followed by several soldiers, skillfully race up the circles of Minas Tirith.
"A little late for the battle, don't you think?" he teased, as his sister Eowyn stood by his side with no comment. The lead rider continued to climb, faster and faster until Eomer saw a horse gallop at full speed towards the courtyard of the king. Without waiting for the horse to stop, the rider skillfully jumped from its back and straightened up. Only then, did king and sister realize the rider was a woman.
"Judging by the speed of your arrival, I am to assume you either bear a message of great import or you are in great hurry to see someone. Please, allow me to be of service," Eomer said with a bow, as the hooded figure walked up to the spot where he and Eowyn stood.
"I thank you from the deepest depths of my heart. I am Lothiriel, Princess of Dol Amroth. I travel from the land of the sea in search of my father, Prince Imrahil, my brothers, Elphir, Amrothos, and Erchirion, and my beloved cousin, Faramir, son of Denethor and Steward of Gondor," Lothiriel said in the manner of royal Gondorian address, as she pushed back her hood and curtsied.
"I am Eomer, King of Rohan. This is my sister, Eowyn. We shall both be pleased to be of any assistance to you. Your father and brothers sit this hour in council and will surely be there this late hour attending to matters of state. Your cousin, however, lies in the Houses of Healing this day and there I shall lead you, if commanded," he bowed deeply as Eowyn curtsied. As he looked up, he was struck by the beauty of the woman before him, and his heart stopped for seconds, before he regained himself in time to hear her address her thanks. He offered her his arm, as brother and sister led Lothiriel toward the building in which her cousin lay.
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"Faramir!" Lothiriel shouted, forgetting all of her former formality befitting of her station. She ran at great speed to the man who stood before her, arms wide open. "What are you doing here? Did you not write to say you were released?"
"Lothiriel! I see you have lost none of your courageousness, nor your inability to follow the express wishes of your family. So here you stand, untouched, and I am truly glad to see you, cousin. I am here on account of the ever-growing pounding in my head, caused by the massive amounts of matters of state that have been swimming around in it for the past days. 'Tis a small matter," Faramir glanced over her shoulder and noticed none other than the King of the Riddermark and his fair sister standing at his side.
"Your majesty," he said, bowing deeply. He turned to Eowyn and smiled. "Eowyn," he whispered, as he took her hand and kissed it gently. Eomer coughed and turned to the side, as Lothiriel looked on, amused.
"Aaah, Lothiriel, I see you have run into Eomer King and his beautiful sister Eowyn," he smiled, as he stared still into Eowyn's bright face.
"Yes, cousin, I was fortunate enough to make their acquaintance as I rode into the city. His majesty and his sister were kind enough to humour Gondor's silliest princess in her hunt to find her most beloved kin," she said with a smile. "And it seems, dear cousin, that you and I have much talking to do. For if I see and assume correctly, I am to have another cousin to love as dearly as I love you, is this not true?" she said in her playful manner, as she motioned toward Eowyn and the cloak that hung around her shoulders. "If I am not mistaken, Faramir, then what you told me in secret at age fourteen holds true today. Your bride-to-be wears the most precious heirloom of the late Lady Fuindilas." Faramir had the good grace to blush at her speech, as Eomer coughed away the makings of a laugh behind his large hand.
"You assume correctly, cousin. I suppose a re-introduction is in order. May I present to you, Eowyn of Rohan, soon to be Eowyn of Gondor," he smiled as he took her hand in his.
"And I am delighted that Faramir has finally found one deserving of his love, for I am positive that I shall find you no less than the perfect woman for my dearest cousin," she said, as she embraced Eowyn. "Now, Faramir, although you know I would love to stay up all night in our roguish manner and talk the dark away, I am tired from a long and grueling journey, and I shall need my rest for the coronation festivities that follow tomorrow." She turned to leave, when a deep voice stopped her.
"Allow me to escort the Lady Lothiriel to her readied chambers in the palace, that is, if she and her cousin permit it," he said, staring warmly into her face and soaking up the sight of her beauty.
"Aaah, you need not seek my cousin's counsel on such matters, for I doubt he heard most of your request," she said, as she giggled at the sight of her cousin and Eowyn walking arm-in-arm, headed towards the gardens. "I should be honoured at your company, your majesty. Please, however, allow me to apologize for my pert manner of late. My cousin, as you see, always brings out the best in me," she said with a curtsy before taking his proffered arm.
"No apology needed, princess, though if you insist upon laying it down, I shall gladly accept. Let us dispense of formality. You and I are to be family soon, are we not? You may call me Eomer," he said.
"Only if you call me Lothiriel," she answered with a smile, as they walked toward the palaces of Minas Tirith.