As Lómëmir walked about the camps of soldiers looking for the two smallest of the companies she came across Eomer of Rohan tending to Firefoot, his noble charger. Their meeting was not one of amity, Eomer's fierce stare only meeting the same from Lómëmir. She was, however, prepared for the meeting, having seen the banners of Rohan about the field. She had decided to simply pass by silently, taking the high road, until she heard a muttered comment seemingly directed at her by the horse-lord: "A field of victory is no place for an elven lady."
She turned quickly to him, her stare now growing all the hotter.
"Uara, helka-adan!"
Eomer turned to one of his men standing nearby. "You see how incredibly rude these wood-elves are?"
"Rude? It is you who hunts down innocent men!"
"Not innocent, lady. Traitorous."
"Nelye peda cait!"
It was no secret that Eomer did not particularly like elves. He saw them as dangerous beings and had gone to lengths to avoid Legolas while the broken Fellowship was in Rohan. But it was obvious that these two had a history somehow and the soldier assisting Eomer decided it might be best to quietly slip away as the altercation continued and grew more intense. Fortunately Eomer understood but a little elvish and when Lómëmir cloaked her words in both Sindarin and Quenya, Eomer had little chance of understanding the full impact of her meaning. That fact, however, only served to anger him further.
No one wanted to get any where near this argument. Anyone who knew anything of green elves knew better than to interfere in one's fight. Likewise, anyone who knew anything of Eomer considered it better to not get involved. Between the companies of Gondor, Rohan, Dol Amroth, the Dunedain of the North, and Elladan and Elrohir, no one would step in. If Legolas and Aragorn had been near, neither of them would have risked intervening either. The Hobbits, as did Gimli, blankly refused.
Gandalf sighed, realizing only a Maia could safely break up this 'minor dispute of facts.' He knew that this was the wrong time for these two to meet up and was only glad that the argument had ensued far enough away to not wake the healing Hobbits. Lómëmir had her distresses, Eomer had his, and both had an abiding hate for the other which was inextricably linked to their own personal hurts.
Once separated, Gandalf ensured that there would be no more such arguments for a while. Eomer was sent on a mission to find Aragorn in the woods and call him back to camp. Samwise had begun to stir from his deep sleep.
Uara, helka-adan - Ignoble, cold mortal
Nelye peda cait! - thou art speaking to lie