This chapter is longer …the ratings will go up and the chapter sizes will get longer! Yes Wonder eye the story is going to be much different…what else...Oh yes. Enjoy!
Just note Lothiriel is a bitch and she will eventually change just read on don't say "Oh I'm not reading anymore of this shit because Lothiriel is a snot nosed bitch remember love can change us all!
Chapter three
The King Of Rohan
It took a week to reach Rohan and when they were only ten minutes away the king ordered for the princess to ride horseback into the kingdom. He quickly explained before she through a fit.
"Rohan is the home to the horse lords Lothiriel. How do you think the king will take to a women who can not ride for more than 5 minutes without falling off".
Lothiriel stuck her chin up who cares what he thinks of me!" She said stubbornly. "Beside he will find out sooner or later". She said loudly. She turned and whispered to Mary. "And when he does…. There is no telling what he will do to me".
Perhaps if that wild horse of her brother's did not through her off that day and left her in the forest she would not have such a fear of horses. Cursing in Elvish she got on the horse.
"When we reach the gates I will untie this just relax". Her personal guard Heldrid told her smiling.
When they reached the gates Heldrid did as he said and untied the ropes.
She rode into Rohan the people stood on the two sides of the roads waving their welcomes and throwing flowers at their feet. All perplexed and amazed by her exotic beauty.
Lothiriel smiled warmly despite her inner anger was she ready for this? She never left her home except to go to Minas Tirith.
So foreign to the wool the people wore to the colour of the grass. The flowers were even different and the smell! She cringed and looked up the hill to the house of the kings the house that may become hers!
"That must be her". Elfhim whispered to Eomer. "Let's go down t meet them".
"Welcome my lady to Rohan a tall and broad man with handsome features and long blond hair. Said as he descended the stairs.
He was about to help her off her horse when she called for Heldrid to do instead.
Eomer rose an eyebrow at her then grasped her hand and brushed his lips over it.
Eomer ran his eyes over her she wore a spotless white dress she was the most striking lady he had ever laid eyes upon.
"It is a pleasure to meet you my lord". She said shyly. Damn these nerves to the abyss! She thought
Lothiriel looked at the man in front of her he was handsome. He was very tall and very broad and his eyes were serious what a challenge it will be to make him smile! She thought. Not that I care or anything. She added.
Eomer gave her his arm and they followed him into the golden hall.
"Aw I remember the Golden hall well King Eomer" The Prince of Dol Amoroth said aloud.
"It has been long my friend". Eomer answered. "And what would my lady think of it?" Eomer asked looking down upon her.
She found his size very intimidating and swallowed hard. She replied in her mock serious and overly sweet tone.
" What would my king expect me to think of it? It is my duty is it not? To do as you bid of me, To think as you wish me to think". She finished staring him straight in the eye but wavering a little at the spark of anger she alit.
Lothiriel did not need to look at her father to know his look was pure anger at her boldness.
Eomer looked at her seriously "It is not my wish to have so much power over you and I am not yet your king…unless that is what you are wishing upon me". Eomer smiled smugly at his flirtatious comment. Yes she was a beautiful as they said she would be even more so with her flawless skin that seemed to shine. But what they said about her attitude was correct as well.
"I wish nothing of you my lord". Lothiriel said defiantly holding her chin up high.
Eomer looked her into the eyes. Why was she being cruel to him he did nothing and would do nothing to harm her.
"You are a brave women Lothiriel.Your boldness comes with a surprise who would have thought a women of your diminutive size would come with such a large ego".
"You Orc of a man!" She almost chocked out " Are you aware-
"You call me an Orc?" Eomer said in disbelief. It was one thing she was talking back to him which was rarely done by even a man but she insulted him as well!
Lothiriel looked down in shame. She called him an Orc in front of his court.
"Where do we retire"? The king of Dol amoroth said breaking the tension he did not like where this was going.
A man of the court stepped forward I will take you to your rooms my lord and lady".
Lothiriel followed in silence trying to stay far from her father.
Luckily the king was put to his room first and Lothiriel's was far around the corner.
"Why is my room so far away?" She asked nervously looking over her shoulder every now and then.
"Your room is beside the kings of course my lady".
"Oh I see". She mumbled. "What is your name"?
"My name is Eothain. And you my lady are beautiful".
Lothiriel blushed. She was called beautiful many times , but it was more effective with these Husky more man then in a package then that of a Gondorian man saying it.
"Are all you men of Rohan so blunt with words?" She asked.
"Nay my lady we just like to speak the truth".
Lothiriel nodded.
"Your things have been brought up already by your guards and hand maiden so you may wash up for dinner".
"May I eat in my room"? Lothiriel asked.
"Of course my lady''. The man bowed and closed the door behind him.
She sat on the bed where are the maidens to start my bath where is Mary?
She stepped out of the room walking down the hall peering over her shoulder on the way when she smacked into a hard wall knocking her to the ground.
She looked up to see Eomer smirking.
"How dare you smirk at me when you have sent me to the ground!"
Eomer looked at her steadily. This girl was a brat; No women ever spoke to him in that manner. He was taught how the women in Gondor were sophisticated wenches who cared nothing except for politics, power and luxury. Lothiriel was a prime example.
"What is it you are looking for my lady?" Eomer asked idly.
"My handmaid Mary have you seen her? I need my bath".
"I can assist you with your bath if-". Eomer suddenly stopped he realised what he was offering
Lothiriel turned a deep shade of crimson and backed slowly to her room. "So it is right what they say about you Rohirric men. It disgusts me!" She finished her last comment slowly so Eomer could hear every word. " Nothing but fowl barbarians that care for nothing but bedding women!" She slammed her door shut.
"That did not go well," He whispered turning to go eat with the only people who understood him. His soldiers. Eomer could not help but smile as he walked down the hall. This woman was impossible but he wanted a challenge. If he was not mistaken she was interested in him she just needed to see this. He wanted to teach her what he knew she was missing in life and how to be a little more independent. He hoped she would let him.
Lothiriel leaned on her door. She was startled by a heavy knock. She opened it hoping it would not be him or her father.
Mary and another women were there with large basins of steamy hot water.
"We will start to prepare for your bath my lady". Said the Rohhiric lady. Lothiriel noticed every one of these people had freckles and golden hair that she envied.
"They have no hot springs like us my lady". Mary whispered in her ear
Lothiriel laughed lightly.
When she got into the hot bath she dismissed the rohhiric handmaid
Sighing Mary sat on a towel beside her. Usually Mary would join her but the tub was not nearly as big for two friends not lovers to enjoy.
"So what do you think of Eomer?"
"Arrogant and cheeky!" She fumed.
"So you do not like him".
"Me like him…No! I hate this place Mary. No ocean, no hot springs. "what will happen to my skin?"
Mary tskd pouring water over her head.
"Want to know what he offered me this night!"
Mary was suddenly really interested. "What!"
"That tainted man they call king offered to help me with my bath! We have met for only 10 minutes".
Mary's mouth opened with to an obvious O. "And did you turn him down my lady?"
Lothiriel snapped her head around to meet Mary's gaze seeing that she was obviously joking Lothiriel did not answer.
The soldiers Quarters
" My lord". Elfhim began. "What do you think of the princess?"
Many eager eyes turned to him waiting for an answer.
"She is beautiful'' Eomer began. "On the outside" He finished.
The while room burst out in to either cries of amusement or shock at the king's remark.
"Will she be able to handle our king" Eothain asked.
"Doubt it… but she will be hard for me to handle as well. I well offended her maiden hood WAIT -WAIT!" Eomer pleaded over his men. "She is soft she was looking for her handmaid to aid her with her bath…so I offered her help you must know how that would sound to a innocent gondorian virgin well she got all upset she thought I was insulting her".
"But you did my king". Elfhim laughed. "Would not any women who is not a whore be?"
Eomer put his head down in mock shame "Would you not offer that beauty the same thing". Eomer asked his men.
A large wave of ayes answered this and the men drank to that.
"Do you think you will agree to her hand?" Someone asked.
"I do not want to force her to marry me". Eomer began "But I can tell you this men if she agrees I will not turn down her plea".
Whistles and the banging of fists answered this.
After Lothiriel was cleaned up her dinner was brought to her. She eyed the foreign food with distaste she was a coward to foreign food. A coward to anything to be exact, she was misunderstood people look on to her as a useless over educated beauty but she got a lot from books …but books were not enough. Tomorrow I am going out alone to explore . She thought defiantly.
"Mary walk with me please".
"Yes my lady".
"Call me Lothiriel Mary".
Mary smiled nodding what has gotten into the princess.
Eomer was walking with Elfhim and Eothain his adviser when they saw Mary and Lothiriel pass Eomer frowned for Lothiriel did not even acknowledge him.
"She seems to have not seen us" Eothain smirked eying the beautiful lady.
Eomer sneered. "Seems so".
"She is very…small do you not think?"
They grunted in agreement.
Lothiriel turned around pretending to have just seen Eomer.
"Ohh how rude of me" She said curtsying very dramatically.
"Lady Lothiriel". Eomer said rolling his eyes at her the two men bowed to her and she smiled warmly at them.
"We are just going on a tour if you don't mind". She asked him sweetly twisting the end of her braid around her finger blinking innocently at him.
Eomer gulped. No women made his heart beat like that but no women looked like her except lady Arwen.
"Good". She said twisting on her heel grabbing Mary's hand and walking quickly down the dark hall.
"Wait!" Eomer called out.
Lothiriel stopped and turned around to face him.
"I wish to speak with you about the other night". He blurted out
Lothiriel's cheeks started to burn.
Why does she always blush! Eomer thought furiously.
"Alone". Eomer finished.
Lothiriel nodded dismissing Mary with a sweep of her hand. Elfhim and Eothain toke their leave.
They stood in awkward silence for a while Lothiriel nervously played with the skirts of her dress.
Eomer crossed the distance between them but left a comfortable distance between.
"If you are mad with me you have every right to be". He said truthfully his eyes burning into hers.
She knew he was telling no lies for he looked straight into her eyes. Something that was new to her. In Gondor looking a man in his eyes could be offending.
She smiled a bit and she suddenly looked less tense. Eomer noticed how tall she stood up and her moves were with grace that can outdo an elf she was as graceful as a at and when she grasped Eomer's hand and bowed to it kissing it softly Eomer looked at her in shock.
"Your apologies are accepted my lord".
She still did not let go of his hands instead she toke them and ran her thumbs over them.
Eomer suppressed a shudder. Just with a simple touch of her hands she was arousing him and she was oblivious to it.
"You have strong hands". She said simply.
Eomer gulped nodding slowly.
She licked her lips. Eomer was lost. How he wished to kiss those lips so full and red.
She kissed his knuckles again. "Goodnight Eomer".
Eomer did not have a chance to reply because she quickly slipped into the shadows
Lothiriel went to bed after a mild tour of what could be her new home . She wished she wasn't in this mess and hoped possibly Eomer would not want to marry her. But a small voice at the back of head told her that is not so. She ignored her thoughts closing her eyes she went to bed to blush dreams about the king.
Eomer walked to his room throwing off all his clothing except a thin white shirt and his leggings he slumped into bed staring at the dark ceiling the only light in the room was a single candle, which was almost at its full usage.
"Princess Lothiriel what will I do with you". He said aloud. A few manly thoughts crossed his mind and he smirked he clearly liked her. So fast though they had just met.
He pictured her naked on this very bed happily married he imagined pulling out her long braid and running his fingers through her dark tendrils.
His thoughts did not end as he fell asleep to his very manly dreams.
Please review! Next chapter is going to be exciting after time the story will get a little bit dark new feelings and new characters will be introduced soon see how my old story will mix into my new too make one large complex story!
