IN THE END IT'S WORTH IT
This is my second attempt at this story. First time I did not reread my work and as reviewedI had made a shit load of mistakes, WellI changed the plot only a bit of it!Enjoy!
Chapter one
You Have No Choice
"So it is decided then father? My little sister will be wedded to the King of Rohan?" AskedErchirion Prince Imrahil's second son.
"Eomer refuses to say yes until he has met the princess".
"He will not refuse her. Who would father? From knowing Eomer he loves beautiful things".
"That he does. He is the only one I am comfortable giving my daughter up to. You have fought beside him. Do you not agree?".
"He is a noble man father and a fierce fighter…. A husband, That I do not know".
"I do not know how she will take it". Prince Imrahil said sadly.
"Lothiriel will take it hard at first you know her, she will throw one of her usual fits but then when she realises you won't budge to her charm she will go through with it.
Lothiriel
Lothiriel Princess of Dol Amoroth stepped out of her bath it was going to be another long day of studying. Her father obsessed over books and politics. Making her do nothing but stay in the palace to study, sow or walk through the land studying the earth. Mary her best friend and handmaid pulled a brush through her hair and helped her dress. She had a maid or guards by her side at all times for someone of the south she was pale for she was never allowed to leave the palace often. She was a lady of almost 17 and 15 was the ageof marriage for royals.Lothiriel hadmany suitors at her doorstep but she never cared. Lothiriel was very beautiful she sported very long raven hair and intense brown eyes. She did not have many friends because the other girls were either jealous of her beauty or annoyed with her smarts.
A spoiled princess was what she was. But also under estimated.
"Mary!" She called. Her handmaiden was intently at her side.
"Yes My lady?"
"Where might I find my father?" Lothiriel asked impatiently.
"Your father my lady is intending to international affairs he refuses to see anyone at this time". Mary said gently.
"Oh but he will not refuse me!" Lothiriel replied through clenched teeth. "Have you not heard the rumours I've heard? He wishes to send me off to get married? Can you believe this?"
Lothiriel walked away to her father's study she saw her father making his way out into the gardens.
"Where do you think your going!"? She called running after him. " I wish to have a word".
Prince Imirihil turned around smiling to her.
"What is it my daughter…do you wish to go for a walk?" Her father smiled warmly at her.
"Papa is it true?". She asked timidly. Is it true what the maids have been saying? That you wish to send me off to get married?".
When her father did not answer. Lothiriel gasped holding her small hand over her mouth in shock.
"But daddy!" she whined. "I am only 17 in a month I have plenty of time to decide whether I wish to marry or not...I have not yet fallen in love … unless…this is a political match!"
"Lothiriel you must understand that-
"There is nothing for me to understand…who is this man I am to marry?"
"Well I've decided your match should be Eomer king of Rohan, This is a fair match my daughter.".
"How is it fair …how? I am in the prime of my youth .You have kept me prisoner in this palace ".
"Prisoner my daughter?". The prince asked in shock. " I do not know what you mean?".
"Do you not…all my life I stayed in the palace studying and if I wanted to leave I had a company of 4 men and ink and paper to write what trees I encountered and it's use. I have never had an innocent childhood love in my life and now that I am only 16 an age where love should be a game for me I must marry! Amorothos is 22! Is he married…no! Erchirion is 26 is he married. No! Elphir is 28 is he married .No!".
"Lothiriel" Imrahil began.
"Father why must I marry now? Why can I not do this out of love".
"Because my daughter by the time you fall in love you will be old and no man will want to marry you". The king said bluntly.
"That was harsh father". Lothiriel said softly.
"Lothiriel I wish the best for you. We will leave for Rohan tomorrow". Her father said in a final tone.
"Rohan those people are…are Barbarians…I hear they feed their children to horses! And-and Father they seem so...soUndomesticated and it is cold there! I wont do it!"
"Lothiriel that is not true I fought along side of the King of Rohan right at the gates to darkness and I have befriended the youngman. I have been great friends with the past king before him as well do not speak of Rohan so!". Her father cupped her chin.
"You mean Eomer? she sniffed.From what I heard he has cold eyes and an unwavering glare he sits cold and stiff on his thrown and wishes nothing but to fight -
"Lothiriel you have no choice."
