I'm afraid none of them are mine, cept Dernbrand who I'm pretty sure didn't exist before, or any one in his position…. but anyway
So thanks to everyone who reviewed- please keep sending them in…
And back to iri and eo---
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The next time Iri woke up the rather attractive Gondorian with the chest wound was replaced with an even more attractive Rohirrim with his shoulder done up in a neat white package. Elphir was still on her other side, but this time he was really asleep, and she decided she didn't want to wake him. Instead she studied the Rohirrim.
He was very good looking. His nose was perfectly straight, his jaw was strong and dusted gold sparkles from his unshaven stubble. He had a slight sprinkling of freckles, which only enhanced his well tanned skin. His hair fell thickly across the pillow, a soft dark gold with slight hints of red.
A healer walked up and tapped him on the his good shoulder. She spoke softly in his ear and at a nod from him stepped back leaving another Rohirrim with him. They greeted each other with a certain degree of relief, the strange language they spoke rolling over Iri like wind and sea. She closed her eyes listening to it. The unintelligible sounds forming pictures of endless plains, the long grass waving in the breeze. She smiled, if their land was anything like their language she would have loved to go there. Opening her eyes again she watched the two talking.
They must be brothers, she thought, they look so alike. The visitor got up to leave, but as he did so his eyes flicked over to her and then grinning said something to his brother, bringing out a matching grin on his face.
When his brother had left the wounded man turned to Iri and smiled,
"My name is Dernbrand; my brother said you were watching us."
"Loth�riel."
"What brings you here? Did you get caught in the battle?"
"No, I fought."
This surprised him. "But you are a lady."
"I am."
"It seems that war with Mordor brings all out to fight. We had our own lady come to the battle. The lady Eowyn, who is sister to our king, came as well, though we did not know of her riding until the king found her lying as if dead on the field."
"But she is not dead then, is she?"
"No, the lord Elfstone healed her, she slew the lord of the Nazgul and from him took great hurt. But she is healing now, in these very houses."
"I would be honoured to meet her. Do you know her? Or her brother, he rescued me from being crushed by a troll."
"The lord Eomer saved you, you are indeed honoured. He is sought by every maiden that meets him."
Lothiriel laughed, "His condition sounds similar to mine."
"In what way?"
"We both are high born and in useful positions if anyone wishes to gain access to our lords. Or I suppose in his case merely his power."
"You injure him; it is not merely for his power that he is sought."
"Oh."
Their conversation continued for some time until the healer returned to tell them both to rest. But after that they had many conversations, about many things.
Éomer sighed; his time to himself was becoming far too sparse for his liking. He barely got time to see Eowyn much less the Dol Amroth girl. Her battered face haunted his thoughts. It was not as if there weren't plenty of other women vying for his attention, in fact at times he didn't seem to be able to escape them. Why was his mind always drawn to her? He forced himself to return to the discussion going on around him. They were to ride for the Black Gate then. The probability of returning was miniscule.
As soon as he was able he made his way once again to the Houses of Healing where after assuring himself that Eowyn was well and in no condition to follow the host this time, he went to see the girl from Dol Amroth. She was asleep when he got there but he settled himself nearby and watched her.
His guesses had been correct, she was absolutely enchanting. Perhaps a little impish for true classical beauty, but to his eyes this only enhance her features.
"Are you the King Éomer then?"
Éomer turned surprised. There was a man standing just behind him, regarding him with steely grey eyes. The lord Amrothos's gaze unnerved Éomer for some reason.
"I am."
"Then I believe both my sister, brother and I owe you our deepest thanks."
"It was nothing. Your sister's name is Loth�riel?"
"Lady of Dol Amroth. Though perhaps she would not add that."
"You are lucky to have such a sister. One who would defend you to the death. As mine is."
"Lucky? One might say so. Though there are times when I count my scars and bruises that one might not. I had heard your sister rode, too. I think they would get along quite well if we dared let them near each other."
Éomer's eyes returned to the sleeping Loth�riel.
"You're another one aren't you?."
"Another what?"
"You're going to end up just like the rest, you know. She hasn't said yes to anyone. And I have high doubts she will soon. You're in love with her and you don't even realize it until your heart is broken."
"Have there been very many others?"
"Dozens. And then another set that wants to marry the Princess of Dol Amroth. She groups them all under the same banner, though. She's to naïve to understand what she can do."
"Will you help me?"
"I can try. I can't guarantee anything. And let me tell you if I find you have been even looking at her without every intention being honourable… there will be nowhere on this earth you can hide. Her other brothers will be less helpful or more depending on how they take to you. You'd better get on Elphir's good side though. Other wise you'll get nothing."
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I know I promised that things would get going but I just need to get them back from the Black Gate and it's taking rather longer than I thought.
By the way I hope you like Iri's brothers- they're all based on mine
cept I have 4 and they will be absolutely devastated if you don't like them…