Author's Note: Vacation is lovely. So here's to celebrating my short return
to the good ole' US of A!
And of course, thanks for all the kind reviews! I'm glad you like it so far!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dinner and a Show?
"Eowyn darling! I have brought you some visitors! Cousin Lothiriel?" Faramir called into the house. Not sensing either presence, he turned to the group. "Leave your things here. The servants will attend to them. I suppose they are out in the garden," Faramir said, as his guests dropped their things near the door and ventured back outside again.
Eomer heard strains of Rohirric coming from the garden, but he did not recognize his sister's voice. He shrugged, thinking it to be one of Eowyn's maids. He stopped and stared, his mouth wide open, at his shocking discovery that the voice was not a maid, but indeed, Lothiriel.
Eomer's look of admiration did not go past the brothers, who, already having suspicions that the royal from Rohan was falling for their sister, kept close watch on him.
"Faramir! You are home early!" Eowyn's exclamation turned both ladies' attention toward the Steward of Gondor, who was indeed, early.
"Council recessed early today, so I rode quickly to my beautiful home, and more importantly, to my beautiful wife," he said, as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Eeeew!" Elphir and Echirion exclaimed at the same time, in an intentionally immature tone of voice. Faramir merely shot them a look, as Lothiriel raced past them to greet her brothers.
"Amrothos! Elphir! Echirion!" she said, as she leapt gracefully into Elphir's arms. She kissed him on the cheek and he twirled her around, then set her down to allow her to greet her other brothers properly. "I have not seen you in such a long time! What mischief have you caused in my absence?" she asked, with a bright smile on her face. They began to tell her of their pranks of late, as she laughed a golden melody into the fresh wind.
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Eomer could not help but feel a little jealous as he was overlooked, not only by the Princess of Dol Amroth, but the Princess of Ithilien as well. He watched as Lothirien's brother spun her around, smiling at her laughter. I wish it were me she was greeting. he thought, then froze. Where did that come from? he wondered.
"Eomer!" Eowyn finally called his name. He walked over with a big smile, and leaned down to kiss her cheek, only to receive a resounding smack on his head. "You rat! A little bird told me that you arrived in Gondor yesterday, and did not stop in Ithilien to greet your sister first, as promised," she pouted, with a bit of a glare on her face.
"Uh oh! Somebody's in trouble!" Elphir smirked, as Eomer glared at the young prince.
Faramir smiled. "At least it's not me, this time! Thank the Valar!" he exclaimed, jokingly. The group laughed at that, and Eowyn embraced her brother.
"Let's go inside and freshen up for dinner, shall we? I'm starving!" Erchirion exclaimed, and all headed indoors.
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The men waited patiently at the foot of the stairs for the women to come down.
"What in all things sacred is taking them so long?" Elphir whined. "I'm so hungry, I could eat an Oliphant!"
"I'm sure that..." Eomer started, but stopped as the women came into view at the top of the marble staircase. Eowyn, despite her delicate condition, looked beautiful as always. Lothiriel however, in a light gown of silver- blue, looked absolutely ravishing. Faramir stepped forward to escort his wife to dinner. Eomer started to step forward to escort the lovely lady to dinner, when her brothers interfered.
"Good evening, brothers," she said lovingly as Elphir and Echirion took either side of her. She turned to Eomer. "Good evening, Eomer. I hope we did not keep you waiting long?" she said, with a smile.
"Not too long, my lady. And the result was well worth the delay. You look beautiful," he said, as he bowed.
"Eomer, how many times shall I have to ask you to call me Lothiriel?" she teased.
"Dinner time!" Elphir announced, as he led himself to food and away from Eomer, before the flustered monarch had time to respond.
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The Princes of Dol Amroth were skilled in attending to the needs of their sister, and especially her protection from all things evil—most of all, suitors and admirers. With patience and prank after prank, they had sent every last eligible lord of Gondor, come with intentions to court the most beautiful lady in the land, crying back to their estates.
Much to Eomer's frustration, they booted him out of her circle. Elphir and Erchirion flanked either side of her at dinner, and Amrothos sat directly across, leaving Eomer no choice but to sit next to him.
"So..." Eomer started a dinner conversation, "how came it to pass that the Princess of the Sea learnt to speak the language of the horsemen?"
"Aaaah," Elphir said, answering for her. "Our little intellect knows several languages. Fluently." He stared Eomer down. "She was schooled by Mithrandir and Faramir, if that says anything," he said, rolling his eyes at his cousin.
"It is true, I enjoy learning languages," she admitted. "But I also enjoy a great many other things! Riding, reading, archery, and of course, sparring with my brothers and cousin," she looked mischievously at her kin.
"Aaah, yes. That. Well, I'd say, it was much more fun when she was half our size. Now that she is all grown up, we can't seem to win against her," Erchirion pouted.
"But lucky for us, we know how to embarrass her! And Faramir! Now, if that is not a stroke of luck, I know not what is, for getting both of them blushing to the color of the roses in springtime, simultaneously, is priceless," Elphir smirked.
Eowyn caught in on the fun. "Aaah. I do believe I am feeling poorly tonight. Perhaps a song would cheer me up! A duet! Faramir, Lothiriel, delight us all?" she asked, smirking.
"Eowyn! It is not fair of you! I...aaagggh! You will be lucky if I don't kill all three of you for telling her!" Lothiriel rebuked her brothers.
"Why? Do you not enjoy singing?" Eomer asked.
"Aaaah, no. That's not really it. They love singing. Too much, that is. But 'tis a pastime only between the two of them, I'm afraid. They were lucky enough to inherit the musical talents of the family, and they are absolutely splendid. Unlucky for them, once we found out, they were made to duet at every court function since that time," Amrothos laughed as Faramir glared at him and Lothiriel threw her bread at his head.
"Perhaps you should grace us with a song after dinner?" Eomer asked, as he looked straight at Lothiriel. Lothiriel could not refuse such a request, and nodded.
She turned to her brothers. "I hate you," she said, as she turned her head high and feigned anger at her playful siblings.
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The group sat in a large sitting room after supper with cups of tea.
"Will you sing for us?" Eomer asked, persistent in his desire to hear the duo.
"Of course," she smiled at Eomer, then stood to sit next to Faramir. "What shall we sing?" she asked, more out of courtesy.
"Do you know any songs in elvish?" Eomer asked. They both nodded. "Rohirric?" he asked, and was surprised when they nodded again.
"Sing a song in elvish," Eowyn commanded the pair.
"As my lady wishes," Faramir said, with a respectful bow to his wife. He looked at Lothiriel, and they started to sing a hauntingly beautiful tune in the ancient language.
Eomer sat back and stared, a little smile on his lips as he watched Lothiriel and soaked in the magic of the song, and especially, her beautiful voice. He was sorely disappointed when they stopped.
"That was beautiful," he murmured. "Will you not grace us with another?" he begged. Faramir and Lothiriel blushed.
"No more songs for tonight, if you please," Lothiriel begged. She turned to the group. "I am a little restless. I think I may take a turn in your beautiful gardens before going to bed," she said, as she rose to go outdoors.
Eomer saw his chance. Before any of her over-protective siblings could respond, he jumped up. "May I have the honour of escorting you?" he asked, as he held out his hand to her.
"I shall thoroughly enjoy your company," Lothiriel smiles at him, as her brothers move to protest. The look she sends them is enough to send them sailing back into their seats. Their aim, after all, was not to alienate their sister, but her admirer.
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And of course, thanks for all the kind reviews! I'm glad you like it so far!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dinner and a Show?
"Eowyn darling! I have brought you some visitors! Cousin Lothiriel?" Faramir called into the house. Not sensing either presence, he turned to the group. "Leave your things here. The servants will attend to them. I suppose they are out in the garden," Faramir said, as his guests dropped their things near the door and ventured back outside again.
Eomer heard strains of Rohirric coming from the garden, but he did not recognize his sister's voice. He shrugged, thinking it to be one of Eowyn's maids. He stopped and stared, his mouth wide open, at his shocking discovery that the voice was not a maid, but indeed, Lothiriel.
Eomer's look of admiration did not go past the brothers, who, already having suspicions that the royal from Rohan was falling for their sister, kept close watch on him.
"Faramir! You are home early!" Eowyn's exclamation turned both ladies' attention toward the Steward of Gondor, who was indeed, early.
"Council recessed early today, so I rode quickly to my beautiful home, and more importantly, to my beautiful wife," he said, as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Eeeew!" Elphir and Echirion exclaimed at the same time, in an intentionally immature tone of voice. Faramir merely shot them a look, as Lothiriel raced past them to greet her brothers.
"Amrothos! Elphir! Echirion!" she said, as she leapt gracefully into Elphir's arms. She kissed him on the cheek and he twirled her around, then set her down to allow her to greet her other brothers properly. "I have not seen you in such a long time! What mischief have you caused in my absence?" she asked, with a bright smile on her face. They began to tell her of their pranks of late, as she laughed a golden melody into the fresh wind.
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Eomer could not help but feel a little jealous as he was overlooked, not only by the Princess of Dol Amroth, but the Princess of Ithilien as well. He watched as Lothirien's brother spun her around, smiling at her laughter. I wish it were me she was greeting. he thought, then froze. Where did that come from? he wondered.
"Eomer!" Eowyn finally called his name. He walked over with a big smile, and leaned down to kiss her cheek, only to receive a resounding smack on his head. "You rat! A little bird told me that you arrived in Gondor yesterday, and did not stop in Ithilien to greet your sister first, as promised," she pouted, with a bit of a glare on her face.
"Uh oh! Somebody's in trouble!" Elphir smirked, as Eomer glared at the young prince.
Faramir smiled. "At least it's not me, this time! Thank the Valar!" he exclaimed, jokingly. The group laughed at that, and Eowyn embraced her brother.
"Let's go inside and freshen up for dinner, shall we? I'm starving!" Erchirion exclaimed, and all headed indoors.
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The men waited patiently at the foot of the stairs for the women to come down.
"What in all things sacred is taking them so long?" Elphir whined. "I'm so hungry, I could eat an Oliphant!"
"I'm sure that..." Eomer started, but stopped as the women came into view at the top of the marble staircase. Eowyn, despite her delicate condition, looked beautiful as always. Lothiriel however, in a light gown of silver- blue, looked absolutely ravishing. Faramir stepped forward to escort his wife to dinner. Eomer started to step forward to escort the lovely lady to dinner, when her brothers interfered.
"Good evening, brothers," she said lovingly as Elphir and Echirion took either side of her. She turned to Eomer. "Good evening, Eomer. I hope we did not keep you waiting long?" she said, with a smile.
"Not too long, my lady. And the result was well worth the delay. You look beautiful," he said, as he bowed.
"Eomer, how many times shall I have to ask you to call me Lothiriel?" she teased.
"Dinner time!" Elphir announced, as he led himself to food and away from Eomer, before the flustered monarch had time to respond.
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The Princes of Dol Amroth were skilled in attending to the needs of their sister, and especially her protection from all things evil—most of all, suitors and admirers. With patience and prank after prank, they had sent every last eligible lord of Gondor, come with intentions to court the most beautiful lady in the land, crying back to their estates.
Much to Eomer's frustration, they booted him out of her circle. Elphir and Erchirion flanked either side of her at dinner, and Amrothos sat directly across, leaving Eomer no choice but to sit next to him.
"So..." Eomer started a dinner conversation, "how came it to pass that the Princess of the Sea learnt to speak the language of the horsemen?"
"Aaaah," Elphir said, answering for her. "Our little intellect knows several languages. Fluently." He stared Eomer down. "She was schooled by Mithrandir and Faramir, if that says anything," he said, rolling his eyes at his cousin.
"It is true, I enjoy learning languages," she admitted. "But I also enjoy a great many other things! Riding, reading, archery, and of course, sparring with my brothers and cousin," she looked mischievously at her kin.
"Aaah, yes. That. Well, I'd say, it was much more fun when she was half our size. Now that she is all grown up, we can't seem to win against her," Erchirion pouted.
"But lucky for us, we know how to embarrass her! And Faramir! Now, if that is not a stroke of luck, I know not what is, for getting both of them blushing to the color of the roses in springtime, simultaneously, is priceless," Elphir smirked.
Eowyn caught in on the fun. "Aaah. I do believe I am feeling poorly tonight. Perhaps a song would cheer me up! A duet! Faramir, Lothiriel, delight us all?" she asked, smirking.
"Eowyn! It is not fair of you! I...aaagggh! You will be lucky if I don't kill all three of you for telling her!" Lothiriel rebuked her brothers.
"Why? Do you not enjoy singing?" Eomer asked.
"Aaaah, no. That's not really it. They love singing. Too much, that is. But 'tis a pastime only between the two of them, I'm afraid. They were lucky enough to inherit the musical talents of the family, and they are absolutely splendid. Unlucky for them, once we found out, they were made to duet at every court function since that time," Amrothos laughed as Faramir glared at him and Lothiriel threw her bread at his head.
"Perhaps you should grace us with a song after dinner?" Eomer asked, as he looked straight at Lothiriel. Lothiriel could not refuse such a request, and nodded.
She turned to her brothers. "I hate you," she said, as she turned her head high and feigned anger at her playful siblings.
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The group sat in a large sitting room after supper with cups of tea.
"Will you sing for us?" Eomer asked, persistent in his desire to hear the duo.
"Of course," she smiled at Eomer, then stood to sit next to Faramir. "What shall we sing?" she asked, more out of courtesy.
"Do you know any songs in elvish?" Eomer asked. They both nodded. "Rohirric?" he asked, and was surprised when they nodded again.
"Sing a song in elvish," Eowyn commanded the pair.
"As my lady wishes," Faramir said, with a respectful bow to his wife. He looked at Lothiriel, and they started to sing a hauntingly beautiful tune in the ancient language.
Eomer sat back and stared, a little smile on his lips as he watched Lothiriel and soaked in the magic of the song, and especially, her beautiful voice. He was sorely disappointed when they stopped.
"That was beautiful," he murmured. "Will you not grace us with another?" he begged. Faramir and Lothiriel blushed.
"No more songs for tonight, if you please," Lothiriel begged. She turned to the group. "I am a little restless. I think I may take a turn in your beautiful gardens before going to bed," she said, as she rose to go outdoors.
Eomer saw his chance. Before any of her over-protective siblings could respond, he jumped up. "May I have the honour of escorting you?" he asked, as he held out his hand to her.
"I shall thoroughly enjoy your company," Lothiriel smiles at him, as her brothers move to protest. The look she sends them is enough to send them sailing back into their seats. Their aim, after all, was not to alienate their sister, but her admirer.
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