Going Back?
Lothiriel sighed as the last of her gowns were packed away. She had completely forgotten that her father had planned to leave the following day. She thought of the happy memories she had in Minas Tirith for the few weeks she was there, and especially the pleasant company she had kept during them.
Surely, she would miss Eomer dearly. They had become such good friends, had they not? Even more than friends? Yes, indeed. She would miss him dearly, but it could not be helped. Eomer would return to Rohan in another two- month time, after the birth of his nephew. Lothiriel smiled as she thought of Eowyn. She would miss her friend dearly as well, but she had no other choice but to return home with her father.
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Eomer sighed, deeply frustrated. He could not believe that the princess was leaving for Dol Amroth on the morrow! She had not informed him of that! Granted, it had slipped her mind completely, and he really could not blame her, but by Eru he was frustrated!
He looked at the ring again and then placed it lovingly back into its box to stay for a little while longer. Their parting that evening had been bittersweet. Yes, she had sealed it with a kiss, but he could not help but miss her presence already, and she had not even left! What would he do to pass the time in boring old Minas Tirith once she was gone? He truly did not know how much longer he could survive the long days in council, and silently counted the days until he could be back in the comforts of his own home again.
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Eomer rose much before dawn the next day, hoping to catch the party from Dol Armroth before they departed. He ran downstairs and caught the party, just as they were about to depart. He pulled a half-asleep Lothiriel aside.
"Princess," he said desperately, as he looked in her eyes. "When shall I see you again?" he asked, earnestly. "Do you not travel to Minas Tirith before my time here is up?"
"Nay," she said quietly, then looked at him. "I will miss you greatly."
"As I will you. Promise me...promise me you'll at least write?" he asked.
"Every day, without fail, you shall hear of my adventures," she smiled. "I shall not forget you."
"Nor I you," he answered sincerely as he kissed her hand. "I shall see you in the future, for certain our paths will cross again," he smiled at her. "Have a safe journey home," and with that, he watched as the group departed.
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Lothiriel looked out of her window, satisfied, as she finished her eighth letter that week to Eomer and packaged it carefully with the rest of them. She intended to have the messenger deliver them to him in the morning. She walked out to her balcony and watched as the sun dipped low in the sky, until it met with the water and disappeared entirely. She entered her chambers again, as sleep quickly enveloped her and she surrendered herself to the land of dreams.
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Eomer sat around, bored. She had been gone but five days, and he could not escape her memory. Even now, as he was staying with his sister in Emyn Arnen, he was reminded of their time there together.
"Eomer! That is it! I cannot take this anymore!" Eowyn said, frustrated at her elder brother, but with a wide smile on her face. "Faramir and I have decided that..."
"What have we decided?" he asked. Then he looked from her to Eomer and he regained his memory. "Oh yes, of course! We've decided that..."
"You're pathetic!" Eowyn said, her voice rising a little higher as she got more animated.
"Well, thank you sister," Eomer said, as he skulked back into his chair.
"So, well...Lothiriel made me promise we would visit her at Dol Amroth. We've written to Lord Imrahil, and just received a reply back with the messenger who also, by the way, bears about a book-and-a-half worth of letters for you from you-know-who..." Eowyn stated sarcastically.
"Well, what my lovely wife is trying to say is this—we're going to Dol Amroth. We've decided that we want a last vacation before this little one is here," Faramir started.
"That, and being so close to Minas Tirith is making me cranky!" Eowyn finished with a flourish.
Eomer looked at the two, before cutting in. "Does that mean I have to move my things back to Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"You are so frustrating sometimes Eomer! No, silly! You're coming with us!" Eowyn smiled. "Besides, you are King of Rohan, and you haven't even had a proper tour of the countryside yet! It's shameful, really. So, pack your things and off we go! We leave on the morrow, for I am anxious to see my beloved and darling Lothiriel," Eowyn said, as she and Faramir left the room with a now-giddy Eomer, who first rushed to collect his letters and second ran to pack his things.
Lothiriel sighed as the last of her gowns were packed away. She had completely forgotten that her father had planned to leave the following day. She thought of the happy memories she had in Minas Tirith for the few weeks she was there, and especially the pleasant company she had kept during them.
Surely, she would miss Eomer dearly. They had become such good friends, had they not? Even more than friends? Yes, indeed. She would miss him dearly, but it could not be helped. Eomer would return to Rohan in another two- month time, after the birth of his nephew. Lothiriel smiled as she thought of Eowyn. She would miss her friend dearly as well, but she had no other choice but to return home with her father.
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Eomer sighed, deeply frustrated. He could not believe that the princess was leaving for Dol Amroth on the morrow! She had not informed him of that! Granted, it had slipped her mind completely, and he really could not blame her, but by Eru he was frustrated!
He looked at the ring again and then placed it lovingly back into its box to stay for a little while longer. Their parting that evening had been bittersweet. Yes, she had sealed it with a kiss, but he could not help but miss her presence already, and she had not even left! What would he do to pass the time in boring old Minas Tirith once she was gone? He truly did not know how much longer he could survive the long days in council, and silently counted the days until he could be back in the comforts of his own home again.
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Eomer rose much before dawn the next day, hoping to catch the party from Dol Armroth before they departed. He ran downstairs and caught the party, just as they were about to depart. He pulled a half-asleep Lothiriel aside.
"Princess," he said desperately, as he looked in her eyes. "When shall I see you again?" he asked, earnestly. "Do you not travel to Minas Tirith before my time here is up?"
"Nay," she said quietly, then looked at him. "I will miss you greatly."
"As I will you. Promise me...promise me you'll at least write?" he asked.
"Every day, without fail, you shall hear of my adventures," she smiled. "I shall not forget you."
"Nor I you," he answered sincerely as he kissed her hand. "I shall see you in the future, for certain our paths will cross again," he smiled at her. "Have a safe journey home," and with that, he watched as the group departed.
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Lothiriel looked out of her window, satisfied, as she finished her eighth letter that week to Eomer and packaged it carefully with the rest of them. She intended to have the messenger deliver them to him in the morning. She walked out to her balcony and watched as the sun dipped low in the sky, until it met with the water and disappeared entirely. She entered her chambers again, as sleep quickly enveloped her and she surrendered herself to the land of dreams.
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Eomer sat around, bored. She had been gone but five days, and he could not escape her memory. Even now, as he was staying with his sister in Emyn Arnen, he was reminded of their time there together.
"Eomer! That is it! I cannot take this anymore!" Eowyn said, frustrated at her elder brother, but with a wide smile on her face. "Faramir and I have decided that..."
"What have we decided?" he asked. Then he looked from her to Eomer and he regained his memory. "Oh yes, of course! We've decided that..."
"You're pathetic!" Eowyn said, her voice rising a little higher as she got more animated.
"Well, thank you sister," Eomer said, as he skulked back into his chair.
"So, well...Lothiriel made me promise we would visit her at Dol Amroth. We've written to Lord Imrahil, and just received a reply back with the messenger who also, by the way, bears about a book-and-a-half worth of letters for you from you-know-who..." Eowyn stated sarcastically.
"Well, what my lovely wife is trying to say is this—we're going to Dol Amroth. We've decided that we want a last vacation before this little one is here," Faramir started.
"That, and being so close to Minas Tirith is making me cranky!" Eowyn finished with a flourish.
Eomer looked at the two, before cutting in. "Does that mean I have to move my things back to Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"You are so frustrating sometimes Eomer! No, silly! You're coming with us!" Eowyn smiled. "Besides, you are King of Rohan, and you haven't even had a proper tour of the countryside yet! It's shameful, really. So, pack your things and off we go! We leave on the morrow, for I am anxious to see my beloved and darling Lothiriel," Eowyn said, as she and Faramir left the room with a now-giddy Eomer, who first rushed to collect his letters and second ran to pack his things.