A/N: Sorry this took so long, but considering my track record on updating fics, this one is actually doing pretty well. Happy Holidays! And the prize goes to GypsySwordGodess! You can use the character of your choice for a day! And the runners up are lady scribe of avandell and spider! You guys get a half of a day.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.


Lothíriel and Éomer rose at the same time, Éomer trying to meet her eyes. She would not look at him, nor made a sound as she walked out of the hall.

Lothíriel set a quick pace through the halls, not really saying anything about the place, except pointing out where other exits or study's were. She looked around one corner cautiously, and then motioned for Éomer to follow her into one of the rooms. It was filled with more books, though it looked as though it had not been opened in years. Dust covered the shelves and the chairs. The air seemed stale to the taste and what light was let in by the window seemed pale.

"This was my aunt's study, no one comes in here, or around here." Lothíriel said calmly. Then turned to look Éomer directly in eyes, her eyes full of rage. "You lied to me, you lied to someone you had not even met, how could you do that?!" Her voice rose as she spoke, not believing she uttered these words, though her mouth had seemed to take on a mind of its own. She had to say this, needed to make him understand why she did not look him in the eyes before.

"I did not lie, Princess." Éomer retorted, emphasizing the last word. "I told you what I thought any person in the market should know about me, you are the one who did not tell me who you are!" Éomer shouted back at her, how could she accuse him of this, he had not told a single lie to her, except his name and even that wasn't fully a lie. His sister did call him that, when they were younger.

"You lied about your name and you said that your King was a good man, how could you be so arrogant!"

"My King was a good man, my King was Théoden, though I am have been told he would be proud of me."

"He would not be proud of your lying." Lothíriel said accusingly.

Éomer opened his mouth to reply when the door opened. It was hard to tell who had the more surprised look on their face, Éomer or Lothíriel. Lothíriel blushed and quickly looked at the floor, away from her brother. Éomer stood up strait and looked Amrothos in the eyes. Amrothos just smiled at the two of them.

"Dear sister, I believe, if you are finished with showing our guest around, that Father would like a word with you." The tone in his voice said that she was finished, whether it was the truth or not. Lothíriel turned and left, without a glance or word to either Éomer or Amrothos. Éomer stared after her and let out a sigh.

"She can be forceful when she wants to be." Amrothos said.

"Yes, though I think that Éowyn is worse at some points. How did you know she was in here?" Éomer asked.

"I followed you two, and your shouts could be heard down the hall." Amrothos said with a shrug.

"If you followed us, how did you know your father wants a word with her?"

"He said that, when I thought it right, to make sure she would come see him," Amrothos smiled, "and for you two to not be alone to long."

"Ah. So you were to be her chaperon and rescuer?" Éomer said.

"Yes, and in a way the bearer of bad news." Éomer looked at Amrothos, bewildered. "I do not think she wants to talk with Father."


Lothíriel arrived at the door to her father's study, and she took a deep breath before knocking softly on the door. She half expected to not hear a reply when a faint "Come in" came from behind the door.

She opened the door and walked in, and closed it silently behind her. "You wanted to speak with me Father?" It was all she could say.

"Yes, please sit down." Imrahil said, looking up to see her. He motioned to the chair in front of his desk and Lothíriel sat down. "You know why I want to speak with you," Lothíriel nodded, "so please tell me why did you not do as I asked?"

"I do not know. I just ran. I wish I could have a better reason for why, but I do not." Lothíriel said, her eyes downcast.

"Lothíriel you need to stop acting so childish. Your twenty-first birthday is quickly approaching and you should think about what you want your future to be. You should be thinking about marriage." Imrahil sighed. He did not want to talk to his daughter like this but she had to know what was expected of her.

Lothíriel had heard this all before, though this conversation had been more prevalent in the last few months. "I know Father. I will try to act more appropriately." It was the same response that she used whenever this conversation happened.

"You will act more appropriately, Lothíriel." Imrahil said, a hint of warning in his voice. Lothíriel nodded again. "Lothíriel, I believe that this is for your own well being. You may go." Imrahil said, understanding for her in his eyes.

Lothíriel stood and left. She walked through the halls, not really knowing where she was going. Thoughts were swimming through her head. What she had said to Éomer, what her father had said, the thought of marriage. Out of all those thoughts, the one that terrified her the most was marriage. The thought of leaving her family and home was a thought that had plagued her since she had been old enough to be considered by suitors. She was lost in everything that was expected of her, of her future for her life. Her wondering lead her to her rooms. She opened the door and fond the bed and collapses upon it, grateful for its comfort and support. The events of the day seemed to catch up with her, all the emotions she had gone through and the ones she had hid. She felt sleep coming to her, and relinquished her control to it, drifting into a dream world where she did not have expectations put upon her.


A/N: Ok so be honest with this chapter. And anything that people want to see happen, please leave in a review. And sorry that this is short. Oh, the song was "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast. And The Price of Milk, though it had Karl Urban shirtless for a good amount of time, was a weird movie.

Responces:

Evanescent Dawn: You have known me for more like two years. Thanks for the review and I think that this is the most of this story that you haven't read! I mean, you usually read them before, but not some of this one.

Spider: Yay you reviewed! It was Disney! Glad you like it and did your paper go alright?

lady scribe of avandell: I think you should know that the song "Once upon a dream" was going through my head after I got your review, which was a good thing! Glad you like it and thanks for the review!

Gaerwen: Glad you liked it and I tried to make the conversations better to follow. Thanks for the review!

FoolishlyBraveDarkStar: Thanks for the review! Yes, Karl Urban is cool.

Blue Eyes At Night: Thanks for the review! For some reason first person is not working for me on this story, Lothíriel or Éomer are not letting me into their heads.

GypsySwordGoddess: I love that musical too!!!! It is really my favorite, I think I made my parents take me to see it in the theaters about 8 times (not counting when we saw it in IMAX)! Glad that it made you laugh and hope your roommate didn't wake up. Anyway, thanks for the review!