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Are We There Yet?
"Oh for goodness sakes!" Eowyn giggled, as she looked at her restless sibling. She turned to her husband. "Do something! He is driving me insane!"
"Now, now Eomer..." Faramir began, but was cut off by his wife.
"Eomer! We shall be there soon enough! Stop asking if we're there yet! You are worse than a child!" Eowyn scolded, as the group journeyed toward the great palace of Dol Amroth.
"Fine," Eomer grumbled, but then perked up when the group came through a clearing of the trees and onto a paved road.
"Are we there yet?" he asked, hopeful.
"No!" both Faramir and Eowyn answered, and he sunk back into his saddle.
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Lothiriel took Felarof on a romp of their favourite riding haunt—the coast. She urged the horse on, faster and faster, as he galloped through the waves that were crashing onto the beaches. She felt so free and alive! She stood up completely on the saddle, keeping hold of the reigns, and let the water splash onto her legs. Little did she know that she was being watched.
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Eomer was a little upset to find that when they arrived at Dol Amroth, Lothiriel was out on her afternoon ride and was not expected back until dinner time. He sighed, as he walked out to the cliffs and looked down onto the beach. It was there he spotted her, and he was shocked at her actions.
She was beautiful, her hair flying wildly behind her, as she boldly stood up on her horse and maneuvered him around, while standing upright. He had never seen such a stunt performed, not even in Rohan! Here was a skilled rider, indeed.
He watched her more closely, as she slowed her horse down and jumped off. She patted his neck and produced a treat from her pocket—a carrot. The horse ate it quickly. Eomer watched as Lothiriel ran into the waves and swam around, her laughter floating up to him as her horse pranced around, spraying water all over her. Eomer saw a figure approaching her, and recognized it to be that of her brother Amrothos. He saw him creep up on her and duck her head underwater, and heard her gales of laughter when she surfaced again, as brother and sister splashed around in the water a bit longer, then turned toward home.
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Lothiriel and Amrothos walked up the steps to their home. Lothiriel, giddy from the day's fun, did not see the large and handsome man standing in her garden as she passed through it.
"So, I have come all this way to see the sea, and I get no greeting from the beloved Lady of Dol Amroth's most royal dwelling?" he asked, teasingly. He laughed as Lothiriel stopped and turned slowly, not believing that it was his voice she heard.
"Eomer?" she asked, as she ran up to him. "Have you really come?" she asked.
"As you see," Eomer laughed, as he shook hands with Amrothos. "Prince, it is good to see you again," Eomer said, sincerely.
"It is good to see you as well," Amrothos reluctantly admitted, then led the two to the house. "Who else has accompanied you?"
"My personal eored, and my sister and her husband."
"A whole eored? Do you not think that is too many to travel with, or do you fear for your own safety while in Gondor?" Amrothos asked, a little shocked at the large amount of Rohan's best soldiers that traveled hither from Ithilien.
"No, but I fear for the safety of my sister. If I had it my way, every able- bodied soldier would be with us now," he grunted. "Would you not do the same, if not more, to protect yours?" he asked.
"Well met, Eomer King," Amrothos answered, genially. "I would indeed go to the ends of the earth for this trouble-maker," he smiled. "But then again, who would not?'
Eomer and Amrothos came to an accord, as Lothiriel rushed into the house to find Eowyn.
Are We There Yet?
"Oh for goodness sakes!" Eowyn giggled, as she looked at her restless sibling. She turned to her husband. "Do something! He is driving me insane!"
"Now, now Eomer..." Faramir began, but was cut off by his wife.
"Eomer! We shall be there soon enough! Stop asking if we're there yet! You are worse than a child!" Eowyn scolded, as the group journeyed toward the great palace of Dol Amroth.
"Fine," Eomer grumbled, but then perked up when the group came through a clearing of the trees and onto a paved road.
"Are we there yet?" he asked, hopeful.
"No!" both Faramir and Eowyn answered, and he sunk back into his saddle.
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Lothiriel took Felarof on a romp of their favourite riding haunt—the coast. She urged the horse on, faster and faster, as he galloped through the waves that were crashing onto the beaches. She felt so free and alive! She stood up completely on the saddle, keeping hold of the reigns, and let the water splash onto her legs. Little did she know that she was being watched.
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Eomer was a little upset to find that when they arrived at Dol Amroth, Lothiriel was out on her afternoon ride and was not expected back until dinner time. He sighed, as he walked out to the cliffs and looked down onto the beach. It was there he spotted her, and he was shocked at her actions.
She was beautiful, her hair flying wildly behind her, as she boldly stood up on her horse and maneuvered him around, while standing upright. He had never seen such a stunt performed, not even in Rohan! Here was a skilled rider, indeed.
He watched her more closely, as she slowed her horse down and jumped off. She patted his neck and produced a treat from her pocket—a carrot. The horse ate it quickly. Eomer watched as Lothiriel ran into the waves and swam around, her laughter floating up to him as her horse pranced around, spraying water all over her. Eomer saw a figure approaching her, and recognized it to be that of her brother Amrothos. He saw him creep up on her and duck her head underwater, and heard her gales of laughter when she surfaced again, as brother and sister splashed around in the water a bit longer, then turned toward home.
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Lothiriel and Amrothos walked up the steps to their home. Lothiriel, giddy from the day's fun, did not see the large and handsome man standing in her garden as she passed through it.
"So, I have come all this way to see the sea, and I get no greeting from the beloved Lady of Dol Amroth's most royal dwelling?" he asked, teasingly. He laughed as Lothiriel stopped and turned slowly, not believing that it was his voice she heard.
"Eomer?" she asked, as she ran up to him. "Have you really come?" she asked.
"As you see," Eomer laughed, as he shook hands with Amrothos. "Prince, it is good to see you again," Eomer said, sincerely.
"It is good to see you as well," Amrothos reluctantly admitted, then led the two to the house. "Who else has accompanied you?"
"My personal eored, and my sister and her husband."
"A whole eored? Do you not think that is too many to travel with, or do you fear for your own safety while in Gondor?" Amrothos asked, a little shocked at the large amount of Rohan's best soldiers that traveled hither from Ithilien.
"No, but I fear for the safety of my sister. If I had it my way, every able- bodied soldier would be with us now," he grunted. "Would you not do the same, if not more, to protect yours?" he asked.
"Well met, Eomer King," Amrothos answered, genially. "I would indeed go to the ends of the earth for this trouble-maker," he smiled. "But then again, who would not?'
Eomer and Amrothos came to an accord, as Lothiriel rushed into the house to find Eowyn.