A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I should have updated sooner, but everything got in the way, and for some reason my muse for this just went on vacation. Anyway, I have not abandoned this, in fact I do know what is going to happen, its just getting there is the problem. In other news, I got into my first choice college! So there is one thing off my mind.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Dedication: To Evanescent Dawn. She always reads my stuff and I am very grateful for that.
Éomer and Lothíriel walked to the kitchens, talking about simple things. Lothíriel was again struck by how different he was from the men of Dol Amroth. She smiled at this and Éomer noticed. They came to the kitchens and Éomer opened the door for her. The cooks came over to them, and fussed about them. Lothíriel finally got them to calm down enough to procure some food for the both of them.
Lothíriel found one of the tables that was not in use and brought the food with her. It was not much, but Lothíriel was glad to get something to eat. She realized that she had not had any food since the lunch yesterday, and began to eat like it. Éomer laughed a little when he saw her grab hungrily at the food.
Lothíriel looked at him and he tried to control his laughing. "Do you find my eating funny, my Lord?" She said with an edge in her voice.
"Only because you eat as if you have not eaten anything for days." Lothíriel stopped eating so fast, still glaring at Éomer.
Éomer grabbed some of the food as well, making sure to stay out of her way. One of the cooks came over and brought two mugs of ale with her. Lothíriel took hers and drank deeply. She still had a little when she put it down. Éomer raised his glass to her and took a sip. It was milder than what he was used to in Rohan, and lighter.
Lothíriel looked at him quizzically. "Is the ale not to your liking?" She asked.
"No, I am just not used to the taste. It is different that what we have in Rohan." He said, taking another sip. An awkward silence ensuedÉomer wracking his brain for something to talk about. He fell back on something he knew a lot about. "Your stables are very nice here." He commented.
"They should be. Horses are important to the people of Dol Amroth. Like they are to those of Rohan." Lothíriel said before taking another sip.
"I was just surprised with them."
"I shall tell my Father that. I believe he will take it as a compliment." Lothíriel said with a smile.
"He should." A thought occurred to Éomer, a question he wanted to know the answer to. "Why did you not go to my sister's wedding?"
Lothíriel looked up and brushed a lock of her hair from her face. "I was ill when the party was about to leave, and in no condition to travel." Éomer looked at her with an unbelieving look. " I was ill, if you do not believe me go ask the healers!" Éomer shock his head. Lothíriel's anger returned to her. "Do you not believe me because of before?" She spat.
Éomer, though he knew well the warnings of a woman's anger, did not seem to care. "Nay, my Lady, it is because I believe you would have wanted to go to your cousin's wedding for anything. It does not seem natural to miss it." Éomer said dryly.
"I was ill, I wanted to go, to leave here for once, but I was told I was in no condition to travel, my Lord." She finished as if she were uttering a curse. She stood and stormed out, muttering under her breath.
Éomer sat dumbstruck. He could not believe how she was acting. He sighed and looked back at his cup. Inwë came over and began to clean up some of the food that was left.
"My Lord, she really is a very nice lady." She said after a second. "I do not know why she acts like this with you."
"Nor do I." Éomer said and he got up and left.
Lothíriel stalked down the hall, not really caring where she was going. Why does he not believe me? She mused. She did not really think much else when another voice spoke up. Why does he affect me so? That she could not even think of an answer too. She had never acted this way to a visitor before, nor to anyone for that matter. She was lost in her thoughts, until someone calling her name roused her from her thoughts. She turned and saw Éowyn walking towards her.
"Lady Éowyn." She said.
Éowyn shock her head. "Please do not call me that, we are family now. Honestly I am not used to this formality." She said.
"It does get tiresome sometimes." Lothíriel admitted.
"I do not think that I will ever get used to it." Éowyn sighed.
"It is not as bad as in Minas Tirith, there is etiquette for everything. Even when and where you could be alone. Out of the city, however, things become more laxed." Lothíriel said.
"Well, I will have to change that." Éowyn smiled. "Would you like to come a picnic for lunch? It is a wonderful day and Faramir and I were thinking about inviting you and my brother to join us." Lothíriel had a smile on her face until Éomer was mentioned. It only faltered for a minute, and Éowyn caught that.
"I would love to join you. I should go change into something more suitable for riding then." Lothíriel said continuing down the hall as a way to say goodbye.
Éowyn wondered what her brother had done to make Lothíriel falter at the mere mention of him. She didn't have time to think about it, she saw Éomer in the hall.
"Éomer, would you like to join me for lunch?" She asked.
He started and turned to her. "YesÉowyn, that would be good." He continued until Éowyn decided to keep their conversation going.
"What did you say to Lothíriel to make her angry at you?"
"The first time or the most recent?"
Some time laterÉowyn found her way back to her room, found Faramir reading on the couch that was there. She sat herself down next to him, and moved closer to him. He lowered his book and put his arm around her.
"Both said they would come, though they did not like the idea of the other going." Éowyn said after a pause.
"Did they?" Faramir said, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, apparently they have not been able to get along to well." She looked up at Faramir before she continued. "I think they have feelings for each other."
"And why would you say that?"
"My brother has never cared that much to explain why he did not want to spend time with a maiden, he would just say that he did not want to. Your cousin also quickly left after she accepted the invitation."
"They might, or they could just not like each other that much. We shall see at lunch then." Faramir said, hold her closer.
A/N: Sorry again, and hopefully I will update sooner, since next weekend is a four day weekend.
Responses:
Queen Arwen: I think I remember about the argument. Yes I did, and they both come back next chapter too! Thanks for the review!
lady scribe of avandell: Yes, and this chapter was shorter than it should have been. And they didn't recover entirely. Thanks for the review!
wonderye: You win my price for the most reviews I have ever gotten on a fanfiction! Thanks for the review!
Blue Eyes At Night: It was maturity, and then she fell right back out. I think I read that story too. It was funny. I love long reviews so keep them coming! And I always thought of Éomer that way too. Thanks for the review!
Evanescent Dawn: Tease Faramir all you want, as long as I can help him cheer up! They were getting along, and now they aren't again, I love playing with them! Thanks for the review!
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