A/N: I would have had this up sooner, its just that the site seemed to be down for the past few days.

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Éomer rose the next morning with the sun. He wanted to see Íriel again, wanted to know more about her. He splashed water on his face and then dressed in a dark green tunic and tan breeches. Instead of waiting, or trying his luck at getting breakfast in the dinning hall, he went directly to the kitchens.

When he got there, he found Inwë and kindly asked for something to eat. She quickly brought him some bread and cheese, and apologized profusely for not having anything more. Éomer thanked her and decided to take the food with him, and eat it on the way to meet Íriel.

It was still early morning when he walked out and into the city. Merchants were setting up their shops and wears. None looked too closely at the man that was walking past. Éomer found the library again, and walked around to the back.

He saw her standing in the mists, looking out to the sea. The light gave the mists a golden light and the sea breeze blow her hair and mist together, making her hair seem to have the light itself in it.

His steps made her turn quickly, letting the sun flash in Éomer's eyes. She smiled and walked towards him, the mists parting as she came, her sea green dress mixing with the wisps of mist. It was a much finer dress than the one from the day before.

"You blind me with your moving and letting the sun through." Éomer said, feeling foolish about his words, even though his hands were shielding his eyes.

"Your words, stranger, do not seem to fit your rough countenance." Lothíriel said.

"In truth, I do not know where they came from." Éomer said, hearing the sea crash below them.

"You know my name, why do you not tell me yours?" Lothíriel said, hoping to know someone in the party from Rohan, so not to be without someone to talk to.

Éomer thought for a second. Should he tell her his name, no she would know he was King, and treat him as such. Or she would not want anything to do with because he was not truthful with her. So he decided on a nickname, that no one could call him but Éowyn, and he would find himself at the end of her sword if she found out another was calling him it.

"Mer, my lady, that is my name." Again, not a lie, just not the whole truth.

"Strange name. In Sindarin Mir means jewel. Both of my cousins have that element in their names." She said, moving closer to him.

"In Rohirric, it means famous or renowned. I fear that I may not live up to that, though." He had never told anyone of that, although now he had lived up to his name. But still, why had he just said that to her?

"You rode in the War, did you not?" Éomer nodded at this, "Then you were part of something great and live up to that name." She said, her eyes meeting his and offering a reassuring glance.

"Then I shall trust you on your words Íriel." Éomer said.

Lothíriel was about to protest about her name, until she remembered who he was and thought that that name would do until she had to formally greet him this afternoon, as soon as her father came home.

"What were you going to say?" Éomer asked, wondering if he had said something wrong and searching her eyes for any sign of that.

"No, nothing. It's just that the sound of the sea is distracting at the moment." Lothíriel said, thinking quickly of an excuse.

"I have actually never seen the sea, thought it is so close at the moment." At this, Lothíriel grabbed his hand and led him over to the cliff. Below stretched the sea, sun gleaming off of it as it rose. Spray washed over them as the waves hit below. They stood there awhile, taking in what was around them. Éomer looked over to Lothíriel and saw she had her eyes closed, and then she opened them and focused on his.

"It's so nice here, and no one ever comes and disturbs the place." She said.

"How did you happen upon it?"

"I was playing when I was younger, and running from my brothers. I ran and found this site. They were worried when they could not find me. I came back home after about an hour to find them in with my father, being yelled at for losing me. I did not receive any punishment, and even said that they had done nothing wrong." She laughed softly at the memory. "None of us actually were punished; we Weasley ended up like that, none of us getting punished."

"I have a younger sister, and we would always make trouble when we were younger. Though I was told to set a better example for her." Éomer said.

They stood there, both looking out to the sea and lost in memories of time past, when the sound of a horn drifted through the air. Lothíriel was brought back to reality at the sound. Éomer also heard the sound, and swore under his breath, not wanting to leave her.

"I must go," Lothíriel was the first to react to the sound. Without waiting for a response, she ran away, back to the palace to await her father's and brother's return.

Éomer was left standing again, as he had before. Then he took off himself, running through the streets to get back and meet his friend as he returned home.

The two did not see each other returning to the same place, for Lothíriel went in through the back. She rushed to her rooms, to make herself look presentable for everyone, running a brush through her hair to get raid of the tangles the wind had left there. There was no time to put it up. After making sure she looked all right, she ran down to the entrance, to wait for her father.

Inwë was there already there, and giving Lothíriel a look that Lothíriel just smiled at.

"You are going to have to meet the party from Rohan now, my lady." Inwë said.

"I just did not feel like talking to all of them yesterday. Thank you for greeting them." Lothíriel said, still with a smile on her face. Then she fixed her eyes on the entrance to the palace, looking for any signs of her father.

Éomer ran up to the gate, only to see his men waiting there for him. They stood there, waiting for Imrahil to ride up, none asking Éomer where he had been.


A/N: I suggest you all go see Finding Neverland. Its very good and it made me cry, the last movie I saw that made me cry was Return of the King. Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. Oh, and there is a website that I found that does give the meaning of Mer in Rohirric to mean what I said. Here it is: If you can't see it, search google for "Elboron", and click on the first site that shows up as People of Gondor, and then find Eomer. He's under the people of Rohan.

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Blue Eyes At Night: Well, there is more. Hope you like and thanks for the review!

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