Epilogue
She misses the sea.
She stands on the stone steps of her still new home and looks out at the lands. The sounds and smells of horses and grass replace the familiar sight and smell of the sea, endless plains of yellow green flood her vision, and her heart cries for the grey blue hues and the sound of waves lapping against the rocks and the smell of salt in the very air around her.
She misses her people, the masses of tall folk with raven hair and eyes that still held a touch of the Eldar.
She is an oddity to her lord's people. Black hair unbound upon her shoulders, as it never was deemed proper in her own Dol Amroth, straighter gowns with higher waists, fuller sleeves, a string of her mother's pearls around her long neck.
Her husband comes up behind her and rests his chin upon her shoulder, his hand coming to rest on her growing stomach. His flaxen hair tickles her cheek and his beard scrapes against the skin of her neck as he kisses her jaw.
She smiles at his attentions. He smiles in return.
She misses the sea; but she is home nonetheless.
The End
A/NII:Never written anything remotely Eomer and Lothiriel (or Lothiriel for that matter) and I hope this came off alright.
A/NIII: I hope this was enjoyed, please leave a review.
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