Author's Note: Another short snippet of a chapter! I should update soon
within a day or two.
Disclaimer: The usual stuff-I don't own a thing. Bugger.
A Late Night Stroll
Eomer, despite being the rough and tough warrior that he was, was nervous. As he escorted Lady Lothiriel out of the room, the three princes glared at him and Faramir winked, a smirk on his face.
Lothiriel led them to the garden, where she began a leisurely pace. Eomer, quite uncomfortable with the silence, began to speak.
"I enjoyed your singing," Eomer began, unsure of what to speak of. "You possess one of the most beautiful voices I have ever had the pleasure of hearing," he smiled down at her.
"Thank you. And do you sing yourself?"
Eomer merely laughed. "No, I should not want to cause anyone a most terrible headache at the horrible sound of my voice."
"I am sure you cannot be that bad," Lothiriel laughed.
"I speak none but the truth," Eomer said, as he sighed and led her to the garden wall. Silence ensued once again, until it was broken by conversation, this time started by Lothiriel.
"How fares Rohan, Eomer King?" she asked, with a smile.
"The country does well, my lady. I am glad to be away for a time. I was beginning to grow weary of my councilors."
"Aaah, but secretly you enjoy their incessant cries for your attention. And if you do not, you soon shall, for I am sure that the councils of Gondor hold no more joy for you?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Aye. I would rather be outdoors, riding," he stated, honestly.
"As would I. The day after next, I am to return to Minas Tirith. Perhaps, as the council will be in recess for the rest of the week, you would like to join me in my ride across the Pelennor?"
Eomer starts at this. She was inviting him to go riding? He would not be one to turn her down.
"I would be honoured to join you," he said. Feeling a bit bolder, he looked down and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful tonight. More beautiful than any woman I have ever laid eyes upon," he whispered.
Lothiriel shivered at his gentle touch. She could not believe it! Here, in the garden, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, was the handsome King of Rohan himself.
"Surely not the most beautiful," she teased, not knowing how else to respond.
"Aye. The most beautiful. Even more beautiful than the elven Queen of Gondor, or the Lady of Lothlorien," he said, as he allowed his hand to cup her cheek. She leaned her face into his touch, as she shivered.
"I fear you are getting cold," he stated, concerned.
"No, no...I am fine." Eomer, however, had already taken off his heavy green velvet cloak and draped it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered. He took her hand and bestowed a gentle and intimate kiss upon it.
"You are most welcome, Lothiriel." He leaned down closer to her face, staring at her lips, when a voice interrupted them.
"It is getting both late and cold, Lothiriel. I think it best you come inside," Amrothos said with a stern tone of voice. He glared at Eomer, as he held out his arm for his sister. Lothiriel took off Eomer's cloak and handed it back to him.
"Thank you, Eomer. I enjoyed our walk, and I shall see you tomorrow morning," she said, as she smiled shyly at him.
"Of course. Goodnight, princess," he took her hand and kissed it gently once more, before the princess was dragged into the house by her protective sibling. Eomer sat down on the porch and sighed, thinking about the night's events. Does she have as much interest in me as I do in her? What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so nervous all the time? he sat, letting his thoughts turn around in his head, when his brother-in-law joined him on the front steps.
"Oh dear, you really do have it bad," he teased, as he patted the younger man on the back.
"I have no idea of what you speak."
"Oh, you know Eomer. You look like a lovesick puppy!" he laughed, and ducked as Eomer's fist headed toward the direction of his head. "Easy there, brother! I plot not to separate you from my beloved cousin as her brothers do," he laughed. Eomer sighed.
"I have never felt this way before. I am completely captivated by her! I am so nervous every time she is around, yet when her attention strays to others, I feel a lonely tugging in my heart. What am I to do?" he asks.
"First, let me begin by stating my observations in full. Yes, it is quite obvious to all that you admire the Princess of Dol Amroth. Even Lothiriel is not stupid or blind enough not to see it. But know this—the thing that concerns her brothers the most is that she reciprocates your admiration. They would not be following you everywhere if they knew you had no chance, for Lothiriel has driven away her fair share of suitors."
"Really?" Eomer asked in a hopeful voice. Faramir merely laughed. "Go to bed. The hour is late, and we must rise early if we are to take council with the king." Eomer groaned. "Yes, yes. 'Twill be another day of border raids and peace treaties. But, if you are good, I promise to help you in your quest to win Lothiriel's heart," he winked. "Only know this. I may look gentle, but all in Gondor acknowledge that I am its most skilled fighter. My years serving as captain of the Rangers of Ithilien have done me well, and I would gladly cut open your throat, with no regard to Eowyn's feelings, should you do my cousin any harm," he warned.
Eomer merely gulped and nodded, as the two headed to the house.
Disclaimer: The usual stuff-I don't own a thing. Bugger.
A Late Night Stroll
Eomer, despite being the rough and tough warrior that he was, was nervous. As he escorted Lady Lothiriel out of the room, the three princes glared at him and Faramir winked, a smirk on his face.
Lothiriel led them to the garden, where she began a leisurely pace. Eomer, quite uncomfortable with the silence, began to speak.
"I enjoyed your singing," Eomer began, unsure of what to speak of. "You possess one of the most beautiful voices I have ever had the pleasure of hearing," he smiled down at her.
"Thank you. And do you sing yourself?"
Eomer merely laughed. "No, I should not want to cause anyone a most terrible headache at the horrible sound of my voice."
"I am sure you cannot be that bad," Lothiriel laughed.
"I speak none but the truth," Eomer said, as he sighed and led her to the garden wall. Silence ensued once again, until it was broken by conversation, this time started by Lothiriel.
"How fares Rohan, Eomer King?" she asked, with a smile.
"The country does well, my lady. I am glad to be away for a time. I was beginning to grow weary of my councilors."
"Aaah, but secretly you enjoy their incessant cries for your attention. And if you do not, you soon shall, for I am sure that the councils of Gondor hold no more joy for you?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Aye. I would rather be outdoors, riding," he stated, honestly.
"As would I. The day after next, I am to return to Minas Tirith. Perhaps, as the council will be in recess for the rest of the week, you would like to join me in my ride across the Pelennor?"
Eomer starts at this. She was inviting him to go riding? He would not be one to turn her down.
"I would be honoured to join you," he said. Feeling a bit bolder, he looked down and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful tonight. More beautiful than any woman I have ever laid eyes upon," he whispered.
Lothiriel shivered at his gentle touch. She could not believe it! Here, in the garden, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, was the handsome King of Rohan himself.
"Surely not the most beautiful," she teased, not knowing how else to respond.
"Aye. The most beautiful. Even more beautiful than the elven Queen of Gondor, or the Lady of Lothlorien," he said, as he allowed his hand to cup her cheek. She leaned her face into his touch, as she shivered.
"I fear you are getting cold," he stated, concerned.
"No, no...I am fine." Eomer, however, had already taken off his heavy green velvet cloak and draped it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered. He took her hand and bestowed a gentle and intimate kiss upon it.
"You are most welcome, Lothiriel." He leaned down closer to her face, staring at her lips, when a voice interrupted them.
"It is getting both late and cold, Lothiriel. I think it best you come inside," Amrothos said with a stern tone of voice. He glared at Eomer, as he held out his arm for his sister. Lothiriel took off Eomer's cloak and handed it back to him.
"Thank you, Eomer. I enjoyed our walk, and I shall see you tomorrow morning," she said, as she smiled shyly at him.
"Of course. Goodnight, princess," he took her hand and kissed it gently once more, before the princess was dragged into the house by her protective sibling. Eomer sat down on the porch and sighed, thinking about the night's events. Does she have as much interest in me as I do in her? What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so nervous all the time? he sat, letting his thoughts turn around in his head, when his brother-in-law joined him on the front steps.
"Oh dear, you really do have it bad," he teased, as he patted the younger man on the back.
"I have no idea of what you speak."
"Oh, you know Eomer. You look like a lovesick puppy!" he laughed, and ducked as Eomer's fist headed toward the direction of his head. "Easy there, brother! I plot not to separate you from my beloved cousin as her brothers do," he laughed. Eomer sighed.
"I have never felt this way before. I am completely captivated by her! I am so nervous every time she is around, yet when her attention strays to others, I feel a lonely tugging in my heart. What am I to do?" he asks.
"First, let me begin by stating my observations in full. Yes, it is quite obvious to all that you admire the Princess of Dol Amroth. Even Lothiriel is not stupid or blind enough not to see it. But know this—the thing that concerns her brothers the most is that she reciprocates your admiration. They would not be following you everywhere if they knew you had no chance, for Lothiriel has driven away her fair share of suitors."
"Really?" Eomer asked in a hopeful voice. Faramir merely laughed. "Go to bed. The hour is late, and we must rise early if we are to take council with the king." Eomer groaned. "Yes, yes. 'Twill be another day of border raids and peace treaties. But, if you are good, I promise to help you in your quest to win Lothiriel's heart," he winked. "Only know this. I may look gentle, but all in Gondor acknowledge that I am its most skilled fighter. My years serving as captain of the Rangers of Ithilien have done me well, and I would gladly cut open your throat, with no regard to Eowyn's feelings, should you do my cousin any harm," he warned.
Eomer merely gulped and nodded, as the two headed to the house.