Author's Note: Sorry for the re-postings of all chapters. I'm trying to get
those scene separations to work still, and I think I might've managed it
this time! So, to compensate for the large number of revisions and what-
not, a new post!
Disclaimer: I don't own a bloody thing related to Lord of the Rings, etc.
As Boring as an Ent
Lothiriel rose early in the morning, and glanced out of her window. Below she could see the royal gardens, uninhabited and calling her name. She swiftly dressed and quietly flew out of the palace to enjoy the quiet and solitude the morning had to offer.
As Lothiriel turned about the gardens, her thoughts wandered toward Eomer. Last night, he had been as sweet to her as ever before, as he publicly offered her his arm and accompanied her to her chambers.
Does this mean we are courting? Has he spoken to father? she asked herself, confused by his manner of late. Gone was the rough, tough warrior she had heard of and seen the previous year. Here to stay was the chivalrous King of Rohan, ready to bend to her will at the drop of a pin. It both amused and frightened her.
She took one more turn in the gardens, then strode into the palace, searching out an early morning meal.
After having filled her stomach adequately, Lothiriel quietly but swiftly walked down to the stables. She readied her horse, leapt upon it, and rode the short ride to Ithilien.
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Eomer strode down to the great hall that morning to breakfast with a lighter step. On the landing, he was greeted with the sight of his brother- in-law.
"Aaah. So I see the King of Rohan has a bounce in his step and a song in his heart. This will not be, perhaps, due to his infatuation with a certain princess of late?" he teased, as he watched his companion go red.
"Nothing of the sort! I am simply glad to be rid of my simpering councilmen for a quarter of the year! And, I am looking forward to a good, hot meal," he said, a bit too defensively.
The pair of nobles talked of Eowyn and her present condition until they reached the breakfast-hall. Faramir led his cousin to the table where King Elessar and Queen Arwen were breakfasting on a hot meal.
"Your majesties, good morning," he said with a bow, as he took a seat. Eomer repeated the same greeting and sat down, as the royal couple reciprocated his greeting. After he was free to dig into his meal, he glanced around, noticing Lothiriel's absence. He was pondering whether or not inquiring after her would stir up a bit of trouble, when Faramir, noticing his discontent, spoke up.
"My cousin breakfasted early today and left for Ithilien. Indeed, she rides so swiftly and skillfully that she must already be there!" he said, with a smile and a wink at Eomer. "Lothiriel and Eowyn are the best of friends, and if I may be so bold, joined together in company with Queen Arwen, they are always up to no good!" he said, with flourish. King Elessar laughed outright at this, while Queen Arwen merely smiled and nodded her assent.
"Good morning, my lords!" a young, vibrant voice called out, as he and his companions bowed before the table before taking their seats.
"Amrothos! Erchirion! Elphir! It has been some time since I have seen you! The three of you are always so busy causing trouble! Especially you two," Faramir gave an especially pointed look at the two younger siblings.
"Glad to see you too, cousin dearest!" Echirion jested as he slapped his cousin hard upon his back. Faramir merely grumbled and started conversation with King Elessar. Echirion turned his prankster mood toward Eomer.
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"Lothiriel!" Eowyn exclaimed as she hobbled down the steps of her home to embrace her husband's cousin. "You are early!"
"Yes, I could not wait to be in your company again," Lothiriel giggled as she accompanied her friend into the house. "Besides, now that your brother recently arrived in Minas Tirith, I shall have no time for fun and games with Faramir or my brothers, as they are all to sit in council today," she mused.
"My brother is in Gondor? I thought he was to arrive today!" Eowyn exclaimed, a little perturbed that her brother did not come to greet her yet. "Of course, not that I blame him—after a year of being Eomer King of the Riddermark, I doubt he enjoys the public scrutiny."
"Aye, I am sure he enjoys his privacy and normalcy as much as you or I, Eowyn dearest," Lothiriel said, as she helped Eowyn sit down.
"I suppose..." Eowyn mused, "but it still does not exempt him from my wrath at overlooking his most beloved sister!"
"Now, now Eowyn darling. Your present condition excuses you in many things, but in matters of the word, it exempts you from naught."
"If I were not weighed down with child, I would punish you for that statement," Eowyn groans as she tries to get up from her seat unsuccessfully.
"I don't know how Faramir does it," Lothiriel smirked as she went about making the disgruntled lady as comfortable as she could.
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Eomer sat in the Council of Gondor, finding the proceedings more boring than ents on a sunny day, as the lords of Gondor discussed border raids from unfriendly neighbours. His thoughts often tarried to the beautiful and stunning Princess of Dol Amroth, and he could not wait to get out his current state of boredom and search out the fair lady. He glanced around him at his fellow companions. Prince Imrahil, faithful as ever, sat quietly listening to council and offering genuine and useful feedback and suggestions. Faramir, ever the statesman, facilitated the council meeting well, if not for want of more liveliness. The young princes from Dol Amroth sat as still as possible, often discreetly hitting each other when something caught their fancy, or furiously scribbling in their notebooks (Eomer later discovered that these were merely comedy sketches of Faramir in different styles of feminine eveningwear).
Some kind soul, most likely Faramir, noticed Eomer's lack of interest in the proceedings and called for the council to reconvene the following morning.
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"Eomer!" Faramir called for his brother-in-law to slow down, as King Elessar himself chuckled at the young king's haste to be outdoors and far away from matters of Gondorian state. "I noticed your restlessness during our council meeting," Faramir began.
"Like a little boy during history lessons!" smirked Elphir as his two brothers trailed close behind him. They turned to Faramir, "Where bodes our sister, for she promised Erchirion a sparring match...as if being beat by your younger sister once wasn't enough," he added.
"As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted," Faramir clears his throat, "my cousin is visiting my dear Eowyn at Emyn Arnen. She was under the impression that these proceedings would take the entire day, and so rode on to Ithilien. I am to believe she is still there. So, as I am headed home myself, would anyone like to join me?" he looked expectantly at the group.
"I will!" Eomer said with haste that drew looks from the three brothers. "I mean...I have not yet said my greetings to Eowyn, and I am surprised by now that she has not come to beat me over the head," he said, covering for himself.
"If the King of Rohan travels hither, we shall follow," Amrothos said, a frown forming on his face at Eomer's haste to travel to Ithilien. He turned to his brother as Elphir whispered to the trio, "Something tells me Eomer King does not ride to Emyn Arnen to see his sister."
"Wonderful! And you are all invited to stay the night!" Faramir said, as the group agreed to meet at the stables.
Disclaimer: I don't own a bloody thing related to Lord of the Rings, etc.
As Boring as an Ent
Lothiriel rose early in the morning, and glanced out of her window. Below she could see the royal gardens, uninhabited and calling her name. She swiftly dressed and quietly flew out of the palace to enjoy the quiet and solitude the morning had to offer.
As Lothiriel turned about the gardens, her thoughts wandered toward Eomer. Last night, he had been as sweet to her as ever before, as he publicly offered her his arm and accompanied her to her chambers.
Does this mean we are courting? Has he spoken to father? she asked herself, confused by his manner of late. Gone was the rough, tough warrior she had heard of and seen the previous year. Here to stay was the chivalrous King of Rohan, ready to bend to her will at the drop of a pin. It both amused and frightened her.
She took one more turn in the gardens, then strode into the palace, searching out an early morning meal.
After having filled her stomach adequately, Lothiriel quietly but swiftly walked down to the stables. She readied her horse, leapt upon it, and rode the short ride to Ithilien.
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Eomer strode down to the great hall that morning to breakfast with a lighter step. On the landing, he was greeted with the sight of his brother- in-law.
"Aaah. So I see the King of Rohan has a bounce in his step and a song in his heart. This will not be, perhaps, due to his infatuation with a certain princess of late?" he teased, as he watched his companion go red.
"Nothing of the sort! I am simply glad to be rid of my simpering councilmen for a quarter of the year! And, I am looking forward to a good, hot meal," he said, a bit too defensively.
The pair of nobles talked of Eowyn and her present condition until they reached the breakfast-hall. Faramir led his cousin to the table where King Elessar and Queen Arwen were breakfasting on a hot meal.
"Your majesties, good morning," he said with a bow, as he took a seat. Eomer repeated the same greeting and sat down, as the royal couple reciprocated his greeting. After he was free to dig into his meal, he glanced around, noticing Lothiriel's absence. He was pondering whether or not inquiring after her would stir up a bit of trouble, when Faramir, noticing his discontent, spoke up.
"My cousin breakfasted early today and left for Ithilien. Indeed, she rides so swiftly and skillfully that she must already be there!" he said, with a smile and a wink at Eomer. "Lothiriel and Eowyn are the best of friends, and if I may be so bold, joined together in company with Queen Arwen, they are always up to no good!" he said, with flourish. King Elessar laughed outright at this, while Queen Arwen merely smiled and nodded her assent.
"Good morning, my lords!" a young, vibrant voice called out, as he and his companions bowed before the table before taking their seats.
"Amrothos! Erchirion! Elphir! It has been some time since I have seen you! The three of you are always so busy causing trouble! Especially you two," Faramir gave an especially pointed look at the two younger siblings.
"Glad to see you too, cousin dearest!" Echirion jested as he slapped his cousin hard upon his back. Faramir merely grumbled and started conversation with King Elessar. Echirion turned his prankster mood toward Eomer.
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"Lothiriel!" Eowyn exclaimed as she hobbled down the steps of her home to embrace her husband's cousin. "You are early!"
"Yes, I could not wait to be in your company again," Lothiriel giggled as she accompanied her friend into the house. "Besides, now that your brother recently arrived in Minas Tirith, I shall have no time for fun and games with Faramir or my brothers, as they are all to sit in council today," she mused.
"My brother is in Gondor? I thought he was to arrive today!" Eowyn exclaimed, a little perturbed that her brother did not come to greet her yet. "Of course, not that I blame him—after a year of being Eomer King of the Riddermark, I doubt he enjoys the public scrutiny."
"Aye, I am sure he enjoys his privacy and normalcy as much as you or I, Eowyn dearest," Lothiriel said, as she helped Eowyn sit down.
"I suppose..." Eowyn mused, "but it still does not exempt him from my wrath at overlooking his most beloved sister!"
"Now, now Eowyn darling. Your present condition excuses you in many things, but in matters of the word, it exempts you from naught."
"If I were not weighed down with child, I would punish you for that statement," Eowyn groans as she tries to get up from her seat unsuccessfully.
"I don't know how Faramir does it," Lothiriel smirked as she went about making the disgruntled lady as comfortable as she could.
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Eomer sat in the Council of Gondor, finding the proceedings more boring than ents on a sunny day, as the lords of Gondor discussed border raids from unfriendly neighbours. His thoughts often tarried to the beautiful and stunning Princess of Dol Amroth, and he could not wait to get out his current state of boredom and search out the fair lady. He glanced around him at his fellow companions. Prince Imrahil, faithful as ever, sat quietly listening to council and offering genuine and useful feedback and suggestions. Faramir, ever the statesman, facilitated the council meeting well, if not for want of more liveliness. The young princes from Dol Amroth sat as still as possible, often discreetly hitting each other when something caught their fancy, or furiously scribbling in their notebooks (Eomer later discovered that these were merely comedy sketches of Faramir in different styles of feminine eveningwear).
Some kind soul, most likely Faramir, noticed Eomer's lack of interest in the proceedings and called for the council to reconvene the following morning.
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"Eomer!" Faramir called for his brother-in-law to slow down, as King Elessar himself chuckled at the young king's haste to be outdoors and far away from matters of Gondorian state. "I noticed your restlessness during our council meeting," Faramir began.
"Like a little boy during history lessons!" smirked Elphir as his two brothers trailed close behind him. They turned to Faramir, "Where bodes our sister, for she promised Erchirion a sparring match...as if being beat by your younger sister once wasn't enough," he added.
"As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted," Faramir clears his throat, "my cousin is visiting my dear Eowyn at Emyn Arnen. She was under the impression that these proceedings would take the entire day, and so rode on to Ithilien. I am to believe she is still there. So, as I am headed home myself, would anyone like to join me?" he looked expectantly at the group.
"I will!" Eomer said with haste that drew looks from the three brothers. "I mean...I have not yet said my greetings to Eowyn, and I am surprised by now that she has not come to beat me over the head," he said, covering for himself.
"If the King of Rohan travels hither, we shall follow," Amrothos said, a frown forming on his face at Eomer's haste to travel to Ithilien. He turned to his brother as Elphir whispered to the trio, "Something tells me Eomer King does not ride to Emyn Arnen to see his sister."
"Wonderful! And you are all invited to stay the night!" Faramir said, as the group agreed to meet at the stables.