A Note on Imrahil and co., from The Encyclopedia Of Arda:

"Biographical information about Imrahil is quite limited in the canonical sources, and some of that shown here comes from Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth and, especially, The Peoples of Middle-earth (The History of Middle-earth vol 12, I VII The Line of Dol Amroth). This represents a draft of the Appendices to The Lord of the Rings, and contains extensive information that did not appear in the published version.

The dates of Imrahil's birth and death, and the details of his three children Elphir (who himself became Prince of Dol Amroth), Elchirion and Amrothos are not mentioned outside this source. Although they are entirely consistent with the published texts, they cannot therefore be considered fully canonical.

The line of the Princes of Dol Amroth, though they were certainly Men, in fact claimed a measure of Elvish blood. It was claimed that the first Prince, Galador, was half-elven: his father was Imrazôr the Númenórean, but his mother was an Elf-maid, Mithrellas. Imrahil was Galador's direct descendant through twenty-one generations, and so could himself claim distant descent from Mithrellas.

Tolkien makes it clear that this was a tradition in Dol Amroth, and not necessarily a true story. According to the legend, Mithrellas was a companion of Nimrodel, who became lost in the woodlands of Belfalas, and was taken in by Imrazôr. As far as they go, these details match the established history of Nimrodel's journey. Unions of Elf and Man, though, are all but unheard of in Tolkien's universe, and are always of vital historical importance. The Princes' claims of Elven descent, while they are not certainly false, are difficult to accept without scepticism."
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Basically, I only had my trilogy for the majority of the time I was writing this, so I was unaware of any of Imrahil's family besides his daughter (by canon) Lothiriel. This bit made me happy when I read it, however, and it also made future events possible...anyway; I thought it was very interesting :) Onward!
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She opened her eyes slowly, in the time between sleep and wake wondering if it had all just been a long dream. Then she heard the calming beat of the waves outside, which had lulled her to sleep but a moment ago it seemed. At the feel of soft sheets and the feathery pillow under her head though, she was fully awake in an instant.

Lothiriel sat up, looking about. She was in a big room, almost as big as her entire house had been. One wall was open to the sunshine, large windows looking out over the sea. The sea! Lothiriel jumped from the great soft bed and hurried to one of the windows, the smooth stone floor feeling odd to her bare feet. She peaked out to see a balcony, and she carefully stepped onto it and looked out on the ocean for the very first time. So vast and sparkling in a thousand shades of blue and grey... Lothiriel had never seen anything so beautiful and scary at the same time, save maybe a river.

The river. Lothiriel shivered, suddenly remembering the river and Edemer and the fact that she didn't know where exactly she was. She looked at her clothes. Her farm dress gone, she was in a clean white nightdress, and she herself was washed and combed and clean. At the sound of a door opening, she turned.
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A woman was there, with dark hair like hers. At the site of Lothiriel on the casement, she burst into a smile. "Well, it seems our young guest is in better health this fine morning then yesterday." Lothiriel smiled back shyly, nodding. "Good, good. Will you come here child?" Slowly, Lothiriel did as asked, coming to sit on the bed. The woman looked into her eyes and touched her forehead. "Yes, you seem to be fine."

Behind them, the door opened again, and this time a tall man entered, also smiling at seeing Lothiriel awake. The young woman at the girl's side smiled. "Imrahil, she seems to be perfectly well."

"Good, good." Imrahil stood at the foot of the bed, and Lothiriel just looked at him. His clothes were so fine and his hair so dark...so much different then her father and brother...but she felt very at ease with him, though he seemed so high and grand. He smiled slowly at her. "I am in Dol Amroth, aren't I?" She asked, and he nodded. Lothiriel let out a relieved sigh, falling against her pillows.

"And what is the name of the young girl who graces our fair land?" Imrahil asked of her, and Lothiriel froze for a moment, wondering if this was the person to tell of her heritage.

"I am Lothiriel, daughter of Eodier." She said simply, but it seemed to be enough. The woman who still sat by her side just looked at Imrahil, who grasped the bedpost.

"And your mother's name, child?" He asked softly. She bit her lip. "My mother was called Lethemine." Imrahil shut his eyes. "And where are your parents now?" he asked. Lothiriel swallowed back a tear or two. "My mother died in childbirth 6 years ago, and my father passed not a week before today. He...he told my brother and I that we were to go to the sea, and so we did." At this Imrahil nodded sadly. He looked at her then, at the little girl with eyes like the sea. And had to smile sadly.

"Lothiriel, I am Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth. I am your uncle." Her eyes went wide.

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"Will he be well soon?" Lothiriel asked softly, dressed in new clothes and watching her brother sleep in his own room, fever still clinging to him. The Lady Deliann, her aunt who'd greeted her in the morning, took her hand. "Yes, he is very ill now, but have faith, he is being healed." Lothiriel touched his face.

"He took such good care of me on our road." She sighed, and Imrahil looked at her. "You are both strong children, my niece." He said to her, and she looked up at him. "Would it please you to know that Deliann and I are taking you into our house as our own? That you may dwell in these halls by the sea?"

Lothiriel smiled. "Yes, yes it pleases me." She nodded, and then looked back at Edemer. "I'm sure it will please him as well."

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She had been shown the seaside halls that morning, taking in the beauty with a wide and wondering eye. She had not imagined there could be anything quite so grand. Imrahil tried not to ask too much, but he did hint at a desire to hear of her life in the mountains. Looking through the rooms, Lothiriel spoke of how she had spent her days there, of her father and Edemer and what she remembered of her mother. A far off part of Imrahil was comforted. Lethemine had led a life blessed with love.

As much as the palace had held her, the sea enchanted her more still. She could stand at her balcony for ages gazing out at the water. That evening, after she had eaten dinner and visited Edemer, Lothiriel wrapped herself in a thickly woven blue shawl and kept looking at the waves, breathing deeply of the clean, warm breeze.

"What do you dream of when you look at it, My Lady?" Her handmaiden, who was putting new clothes for the girl away in her wardrobe, asked. "Everyone has something." Lothiriel smiled.

"My father once told me of where he grew up, in a place of rolling grasses as far as the eye could see." She said, "I've never seen anything like that, until today."

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The next morning, Lothiriel dressed in one of her new little gowns of pale blue. Almost every woman she had seen there wore blue; almost every new dress she had picked out was a different shade of the color. She liked it.

After breakfast in her rooms, she hurried to check on her brother, and was saddened to find him little changed. But she kept her faith that he would be fine.

And then she didn't know what to do. Her aunt and uncle were tending to their daily duties, and Lady Deliann had smiled when Lothiriel asked what she was to do. "Play Lothiriel! And later today you may go to the shore."

The seashore Lothiriel looked forward to. But she did wish she were doing something useful. She found herself wandering through the halls to the kitchens. Two young women were there, tending to various duties. One was just rolling up her sleeves when she saw Lothiriel. "Good morning, Princess!" She said, tilting her head a bit. Lothiriel smiled. "Is there anything I can get for you?" The girl shook her head.

"What are you doing?" She asked, and the women glanced at each other. "Well, today is our bread making day." She informed her. "You'll greatly enjoy our baking, I promise you."

"Oh, may I help?!" Lothiriel's eyes lit up, and the servant looked startled. "Oh Lady, you don't need to..."

"Please?" Lothiriel all but begged. "I want to feel helpful here...I made good bread too." The servant had to grin. "Well...all right deary. Come on up to the table then!"

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It was past the noon hour, and Lothiriel hurried from the kitchens toward her rooms, brushing flour from her arms as she went. She did not wish to be late for her walk to the shore. But on her way 'round a corner in the hall, she bumped into someone...

"What is your hurry, Lady?" He laughed, and Lothiriel looked up...a ways up. The young man looked much like her uncle. She smiled. "I am to walk on the shore today, for the first time!" He smiled back.

"You must be my cousin then." He bowed, a twinkle in his eye. "Well met, Lady Lothiriel. I am your cousin Imrahir." She giggled...then stopped, tilting her head. "A fair name. It sounds just like your father's." Imrahir shrugged.

"Yes, I believe we were both named after some long ago family hero. I think my name has some Elvish in it but I've never really thought of it."

Lothiriel laughed then. "Elvish? Elves aren't real, they're just in stories." At this Imrahir had to laugh as well. "Surprising how many of this land's young people think so! Lothiriel, just wait until you begin lessons. You will find that many legends are quite true." Her eyes went wide. But Imrahir just smiled secretively. "Now, as for the seashore...I think I will take you there myself! For there is only one way to travel across the dunes..."

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"Come, he can sit here." A handmaiden was saying, as the healer brought Edemer before the great open window in his room. He had awoken but a few hours before, right away determined to be moving around. The boy had never done well with lying still. And so they let him see the ocean, which he took in with wide blue eyes. He coughed a bit, but took a deep breath of the fresh air.

"I do not think his lungs will ever be as strong as they once were, that icy water could have easily done them in." The healer said softly to Imrahil, who stood watching. "Yet he is still young, they may heal better then I hope for. The sea air will be good for him." The Prince nodded, still eyeing the boy. He looked so much like Eodier, and would probably fill out to be just like him. The son of The Noble Soldier, here in his House.

"He is a strong boy." Imrahil stated. "He will overcome it."

"Is that Lothiriel?" Edemer was suddenly asking, looking below. A horse and rider were kicking up sand along the silvery dunes, and a girl's laughter was floating up to them. "Yes." Imrahil smiled. "She has been quite happy here. And I see she has met my son Imrahir." He looked back at Edemer. "He is about your age, a little older at 18. Easy to like. I can say for sure you two will get along as well." It was true, Imrahil thought; few could ever dislike one such as Imrahir.

"I'm sure I will." Edemer said, then gave a faint smile at hearing his little sister laugh again. "I haven't seen her so happy since she was a little thing. Thank you, Lord Imrahil."

"I would not dream of doing less, Lord Edemer." Imrahil smiled, bemused. Edemer flushed a bit, looking down. "No need for titles between us boy. We are family." Edemer looked up again, pushing wayward blonde hair from his face. Yes, family.

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The horse stopped running, and from her spot before Imrahir Lothiriel surveyed the land around her, from water to sand to pale green grasses. Then she looked towards the Halls, to see her brother sitting there, watching her. Her heart nearly sang with joy, and she waved up at him. Yes, all was good and right then. They were both safe and fine and loved there, and though in years to come her memory would often take her back to the high mountains that bordered Rohan, right then, Lothiriel of Dol Amroth was happy.

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It was no use trying to walk outside; the wind was just too chilly. The sweet summer they'd had seemed so far away now, with November creeping along the land. It would be nowhere near as cold as it would've been in the mountains of course, but just the same, the outdoors just didn't have the same pull.

Lothiriel was cheered at the torches lit along the hallways, as she made her way toward the sporting hall, as the boys called it. She'd learned a while back that when in doubt or boredom, find her brother and cousin. Today, like any other, they would be at their swords.

Unlike other days however, her aunt had come to watch. Lothiriel smiled, sitting beside Deliann before the great fireplace. The boys would be most amusing, both vying for the Lady's approval. They danced back and forth on the polished stone floor. Edemer had taken quite easily to the sword, and after only 8 months his skill nearly matched his cousin.

Lothiriel watched their steps and moves closely, how they held their heavy swords expertly. And then with one sudden move Edemer had his sword to Imrahir's side. Edemer grinned. "I win." Imrahir faked a glare at him. Deliann laughed, clapping her hands, but Lothiriel bit her lip. There was a question on the tip of her tongue, one that had been there for a couple of months now...but one she never voiced. Now she heard herself speaking.

"May I learn too?" All eyes turned to rest on the ten-year-old girl. "Really, may I?"

Imrahir and Edemer looked at each other. "Come along now Lothy, I know you're a hardy lass but why would you want to learn to play with a blade?" Edemer asked her. None of them noticed the slow smile growing on Deliann's face. Lothiriel tried her best to voice her feelings. "Many girls my age have already had to learn!" She stated, "And, and, I grow so tired of just sitting and watching...I have my lessons in the mornings and nothing else to fill my time, save poking about the kitchens! What harm could it do?"

Again, the young men glanced at each other, wondering how to argue. It was Deliann who settled it. "I think it would be good for her." She said after a moment, the smile not leaving. "Every woman should grow to be confidant with a blade, in these troubled days. Lothiriel, you have my permission to learn." Lothiriel was so glad she had to throw her arms around her aunt. "And I expect you to be able to best Imrahir within 8 months as well!"

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"It is hard to think that when the winter ends they will have been here a year." Deliann noted that night, unbraiding her long hair and brushing it out. "It already feels as if...well as if they are my own."

Imrahil turned soft eyes on her. It was no secret that the Lady of Dol Amroth's womb had been empty since her only son. "Yes, I feel the same." He smiled. And then "And yet...well, tell me you do not see his eyes when you look at Edemer."

Deliann nodded, "Part of you is saddened at the same time part of you is proud when he is hailed as your own." Imrahil nodded. His wife had always been the first to note his feelings.

"He will do well by me, I know." His smile returned. "As will Lothiriel, so I understand?" Deliann laughed. "Yes, the girl is amazing. I look forward to what the years will bring."

"I as well." Imrahil's smile faded then. "At least...as far as our children are concerned." His eyes drifted out the eastern window. Deliann just looked at him, nodding slowly, wordlessly.
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