A/N: Here is the next chapter, sorry it took long. You can thank my AP government teacher for this update, since I wrote the entire thing in his class. After I post, off to watch "The Price of Milk" staring Karl Urban!

Dedication: To Queen Arwen, thought she has yet to read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, Tolkien does.

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Imrahil rode through the streets with his sons and guards, smiling and waving at people as he passed. He hoped that Éomer had arrived with no trouble along the way. There had been some problems with the rebuilding of Minas Tirith and Elessar had called on Imrahil to help with the negotiations. His sons had come because they had said that they wished to see the city again, even if it had just been revenged by war.

They came to the gates of the palace and there stood Éomer and his men. Imrahil and his sons dismounted and walked over to them.

"Greeting, Éomer King." Imrahil said and they shook hands and clapped each other on the back. "These are my sons: Elphir, Erchirion, and Amrothos." Each nodded in turn. Éomer greeted each in turn and introduced his men. Stable hands came to get the horses.

They began to walk up to the front of the palace. "I trust you have already met my daughter." Imrahil said.

"No, actually I have yet to meet the lady." Éomer said.

"You should have, she was to meet you when your party arrived." Imrahil said, puzzled. "She sometimes does not do what she should; I will have a talk with her." He said with a sigh. Éomer slightly smiled at this, wondering what she was like. As they walked up to the entrance to the palace and one of the people standing there moved into the shadows.

Lothíriel still wasn't sure about meeting the party, but she could not leave now. It was now or never to leave one last time, but if she left her father would be even more furious with her. And she knew someone now, she wouldn't be alone.

Then, she saw the man walking with her father. She knew him. But why is Mer walking up with my father? She thought. He is only a soldier. She stood her ground, wondering why he was there.

Imrahil walked up with Éomer and saw Inwë standing there, and Lothíriel in the shadows. "Éomer, I believe you have met Inwë, if Lothíriel was not here to greet you." He motioned for Lothíriel to step forward. "Éomer, I would like you to meet Lothíriel." She stepped forward and had to stop herself from starring and remind herself to remain composed. She curtsied slightly and mumbled "my lord". He is the King. Why would he not tell me so? She thought. She could not bring herself to meet his eyes, she could not believe that he would not tell her something like that, let alone lie about his name.

Éomer starred back at her, though his face hid it better than hers. Lothíriel, she was the princess. Why hadn't she corrected him? Then he thought that he had not been entirely truthful with her. So she was not the only one who had not said everything. He murmured "my lady" with a slight bow of the head.

Imrahil looked at the two and wondered at their reactions. "I am famished from the journey. Éomer would you kindly join me for an early lunch?" Imrahil asked.

"That would be fine. In truth, I had an early breakfast and am beginning to feel hungry myself." Éomer said, finally turning away from Lothíriel and addressing Imrahil.

Lothíriel began to sink away, feeling hurt someone who she didn't even know had lied to her. She knew that they had just met, but why would he lie to her like that? There was a reason, she realized, but that he was King at the moment didn't seem to hit her fully at that point. She wanted to leave, but then her father caught her eye and gave her a warning look. She held her ground, not looking at Éomer.

"I'm sure that Lothíriel would kindly join us as well." Imrahil said, looking pointy at her.

"I would be glad to." Lothíriel said.

"Good, I shall go wash up and then we shall eat." Imrahil said smiling at them. As he left, Éomer turned to tell his men that they could go and enjoy their day. They left, some to the city and others back to the palace. Inwë excused herself, for she had to go to the kitchens and make sure that there would be food for the lunch.

Éomer and Lothíriel stood there, and then Erchirion and Amrothos started talking.

"Amrothos, I believe our sister was a little scared of the Rohirrim." Erchirion said crossing his arms and looking at Amrothos.

"Well, it is not an uncommon event for her to be scared of new comers. When she first met our cousins she barricaded herself in her room." Amrothos said with a smirk. Lothíriel felt a blush coming to her cheeks.

"Please, no more." She said softly, looking at the ground.

"We are sorry, sister, but how could we resist." Amrothos said.

"I do not think that Lord Éomer would like to hear childhood stories of what Lothíriel did, or you two for that matter." Elphir said, looking at them sternly. Erchirion and Amrothos's eyes became wide at the thought of what Elphir could say. "Well, I think I should go and wash up a little before we have lunch." He turned and left.

Erchirion and Amrothos let out a sigh and starred after Elphir. "He is too serious sometimes." Amrothos commented.

"And you are not at some points." Lothíriel retorted, glaring at him. She turned and left, not saying anything more.

"She is just mad that we told you about what she did." Amrothos said, looking at his retreating sister.

"Or that we embarrassed her in front of you about." Erchirion said smiling.

"Why would you say that?" Éomer asked.

"She usually comes up with a reply when ever we bring up that incident." Amrothos said.

"We should go to the dining hall, father will have not have taken long to wash-up." Erchirion said. As they entered into the palace, Amrothos and Erchirion were talking lively, while Éomer thought about what they had said. Why was Lothíriel embarrassed in front of him? She did not know him and she was not embarrassed when they first met. Éomer had stopped listening to the conversation until he heard his sister's name mentioned.

"What was that about Éowyn?" He asked, breaking his own thoughts.

"She heard that you were here and decided that, since you were so close, that she should take this opportunity to see you. So she and Faramir will be arriving tomorrow." Erchirion said.

"Why did they not come with you?"

"She felt like giving you fair warning before she came, instead of just coming with us. And I think she had yet to fully convince Faramir to go when we had talked to her." Erchirion smiled as he finished.

They arrived at the doors to the hall and entered. Imrahil and Lothíriel were already there, seated and waiting for the others. They stood as the others entered, and sat when they did. Elphir arrived shortly after and seated himself. Éomer sat next to Erchirion and Amrothos next to him. Éomer decided that he liked them better than Elphir. Elphir was across from Éomer as well as Lothíriel. Imrahil sat at the head of the table.

The meal came and they talked, all except Lothíriel, who seemed to find more interest in her plate than the conversation. Éomer was asked about many questions about Rohan and her customs. He gladly answered and returned the questions with ones about Dol Amroth. In all, it was a pleasant meal. As they finished, Imrahil looked at Lothíriel, and noticed that she seemed to not have spoken the entire meal. "Lothíriel, you seem quiet today, are you well?" He said with a look of concern.

"I am fine, father." She said, looking up for the first time.

"Good, then would you be able to show Lord Éomer around the palace this afternoon? It appears he has only seen his rooms and the kitchens."

Lothíriel was backed into a corner. She could not say no, but was still not sure about Éomer and her feelings of hurt towards him. Looking back up, she said serenely "I would be glad to."

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A/N: If anyone, besides Evanescent Dawn or possibly Queen Arwen (I can't remember if I told you this or not) can guess which song I got the inspiration form for this, you win a prize. Here's a hint: it does talk about a meeting a prince charming but that the girl doesn't know about it till chapter three. Think little kids songs.

Responses:

Blue Eyes At Night: Well, this is longer and I tried for the depth, but I don't know if I got it. Thanks for the review and I will try harder next chapter because I think I'm going to switch to first person Lothíriel.

lady scribe of avandell: Glad that you liked it! And thanks for reviewing on my other story as well! I do have one suggestion about seeing Finding Neverland, I saw it and loved it, but my friend saw it and hated it. But the consensus is that it's good.

Evanescent Dawn: And you read this chapter before hand as well and thanks for the help with it! It really did help.

A/N (again): I don't know when I will next update on this because my Faramir/ Éowyn muse has been acting up lately (read as I have about um…3 stories in the works featuring them.). "The Price of Milk" very weird movie.