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Chapter 1: The Meeting

The rays of the sun cast down on the Pelennor Fields, light reflecting off the soft grass that swayed at the command of the gentle breeze. The company that delivered the Lady Eowyn to Minas Tirith had finally arrived, and Eomer could not be any happier. He was tired from the journey, but he suspected that most of his stress came not from the riding but from his responsibilities beforehand. He had just returned the body of his beloved uncle to Rohan, and it seemed no more than a few days when he had to mount on his horse again and lead a party back to Gondor, where he had been just days before his first trip to Rohan. 'Exhausting!' he thought to himself, for it seemed that even going over his schedule in his mind was confusing enough. But his thoughts began to stray, and he looked upon the glorious Pelennor Fields.

'Months ago I fought on this field with my people to defend the White City, yet I remember it as if it were yesterday...' he thought to himself, his heart beginning to race as images of the battle he so valiantly fought in began to take over his thoughts. Suddenly the thunderous sound of the gates opening pulled Eomer out of his trance, and he heard his sister call from behind him.

"Faramir!!" she cried out, quickly dismounting her horse and running ahead. Eomer, still slow to react, watched his sister run into Faramir's arms, and gazed as he spun her around, lifting her to the air.

"My Lord?" a man from behind him beckoned, and Eomer remembered the party of Rohirrim behind him. "Wh, what? Oh I am sorry Feran, yes, let us proceed." Eomer motioned his steed to approach the soon to be married couple, and he called to have the party halt once inside the gate. He dismounted his horse to speak with Faramir, feeling that addressing him atop his horse would seem proud and belittling, wanting neither to offend nor belittle anyone.

"It is good to see you again, Eomer king." Faramir greeted, as he bowed his head. Eomer bowed in return, in complete respect of the man. He remembered when Faramir had approached him and asked for Eowyn's hand in marriage. Though Faramir was older, Eomer could sense his humility, for Faramir truly loved Eowyn, and in loving Eowyn he accepted that he would love Eomer as well. Whatever respect he had for Eomer before, it only grew as he gradually came to know well the young king.

"It is good to see you again as well, my Lord. It seems I could not keep my sister in Rohan any longer than I have. And so here she is, I return her safely."

"So you have, but I am glad to see that you have returned safe as well. Come, Elessar and Arwen await. It seems I could not wait for you to ascend to the seventh level. Greeting you here at the gate felt much more appropriate to me," Faramir exclaimed tenderly.

"You are too good to me," Eowyn said sincerely. She could not bring herself to look away from Faramir at any moment. She was completely in love. Faramir only chuckled lightly, as if to humble himself. "Come, we are expected," he said, nodding to the party to ready themselves for climbing the grand citadel. Eomer nodded lightly and mounted his horse, as Eowyn and Faramir mounted theirs, and so they began their trek to see the King and Queen of the Reunited Kingdom.

ELSEWHERE

"LOTHIRIEL!!!"

Had Lothiriel known any better, she could have sworn to herself that her father was yelling at her from the very top of Minas Tirith. The feast in honor of her cousin and the Lady Eowyn was that night, and she felt it better to have a swim rather than have a bath before she had to dress for the occasion. She knew, however, that if she was caught she would never hear the end of it from her father. Leaving the city, alone, without telling anyone, then taking a swim in the river with barely anything? Her father would boil over with anger and frustration. 'Why must he worry so much? I only try to enjoy myself in life, I mean to bring no harm to anyone' she thought to herself. Naturally being the youngest child of Imrahil was difficult enough, but being his only daughter as well? The restraints seemed endless. But Lothiriel would have her fun in life regardless of what her father, or brothers, or anyone for that matter, thought.

"LOTHIRIEL!!!!!" This time Lothiriel knew the cry was real, and turned to see her hand-maiden running to her, a dress and under garments draped over her, boots in her hand, frantic.

"Daerien what is the matter? You look as though you've seen a ghost," giggled Lothiriel.

"My Lady we must head back now. Here, here, put this on, quick! Oh Eru if your father finds out what you have done, he would surely send me back to Dol Amroth in chains! My Lady you would be the death of me!"

Lothiriel came out of the water and stood to dress herself, as Daerien helped to tie the dress, handing Lothiriel her boots, making sure that none were watching as they hid behind a small tree. The young hand maiden, maybe only a year or so older than Lothiriel, was in a panic, and Lothiriel felt terrible for the amount of stress she put her friend through, 'but Daerien worries too much anyway' she thought to herself.

"Come!! We must hurry. The party from Rohan has arrived. Ohhhh! My Lady, had you seen Eowyn walk in with your cousin. It was quite the site to see. Truly the tales of her beauty do her no real justice. And such sincerity shining from her face! Your cousin holds tight to her for she is truly a catch." Lothiriel pondered this thought as Daerien tried to straighten her long, dark hair. The water was a bit cold, and Lothiriel's face paled a bit because of it, but it only contrasted with her blushed cheeks, which seem to brighten to a rose color. "And, my lady, her brother is quite the subject to speak of as well!"

Lothiriel turned to face Daerien, as she had had her back faced to her before, and revealed her nose scrunched and eye brows furrowed in curiosity, but Daerien only turned her around quickly so she could finish attempting to untangle the knots in her hair. "What do you mean by that Daerien?"

"I only mean that he truly is handsome. The word among the help of the citadel is that he is unmarried, and newly made king of Rohan. Can you imagine? Oh, but had you looked upon him, Lothiriel, you would have wondered how such a thing was so. He is so tall! And built, my lady! And his features only compliment his blond......"

"Alright, Daerien I understand. Come, my father must be out of his mind at this point. I thought I would have enough time to dress and prepare myself before they had arrived, but I suppose I lost track of time. How do I look?" Lothiriel turned around to face Daerien once again, and held out her arms to model herself for her friend. The pale blue dress Daerien brought to the girl was a wise choice, for it complimented her dark hair that was now tied back in an attempt to hide that it was damp. The simplicity of the dress fit Lothiriel perfectly, and in its simplicity Lothiriel looked stunning.

":sigh:, My Lady you look wonderful." Lothiriel playfully slapped her arm and motioned for her to follow. The two girls ran to the entrance of the city, and sprinted as fast as they could, trying to get to the stop of the city in the shortest amount of time.

Eomer had been wandering the city for only a few minutes or so. He had greeted the King and Arwen sincerely, warmly, and watched as his sister had done the same. Seeing the two couples together however ignited something in him. He suddenly felt like he was alone, especially in seeing his sister cling to Faramir as she did. As politely as possible, he took leave of the party in request to take a walk around the city, for he felt like he needed to clear his mind. He removed whatever clothing he had that resembled dignified or royalty, and wore a simple white riding shirt and pants, with his hair half tied back to show that he put some thought in his appearance.

He marveled at the White City, especially at the people who seemed to so comfortably pick up where their lives had left off before the siege during the War of the Ring. The walls bustled with life, and it appeared as if nothing had happened. Eomer walked down the levels humbly with his hands clasped behind his back, observing the people around him. Some would recognize who he was, but he would only nod slightly and smile at them, hoping they would not make a scene of bowing in a dignified manner to him. The people seemed to realize this, and only bowed their heads to him to show some kind of respect. And it was in walking that he was content, observing the people and watching them live. He felt calmed, calmed until...

Lothiriel felt like she had been running for hours. 'For Eru Sake! Did they not think that seven levels were a bit too much to handle climbing??' she thought to herself. But it was her own fault really, she should have never gone out so far. She kept running, dodging people as she went along. She noticed a small gate coming ahead. Smiling, she turned to Daerien, "Look! That's five! We are almost there Daerien, only two mor......" but before she could finish she ran into what felt like a wall, and fell flat on the ground. The last thing she could remember was a figure hovering over her, and she could feel, whoever it was, the person caressing her cheek. Then all went black.

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