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Chapter five
Eomer's Proposal and Lothiriel's Horse Problem
A week and a half went by and Eomer was up to his neck in work ,only seeing Lothiriel at meal times and when they cut rude remarks at each other from day to day getting in many arguments in which Lothiriel swore each time she would never even look at the king again.
She was beginning to loose her patients with Eomer and wondered when on earth he was going to pay just a fraction of his time with her. Grabbing up her skirts she headed to the soldier's quarters where she was told he was. Ignoring the servants' pleas for her not to go the spoiled princess growled impatiently pushing past him and making her way down. The smell of metal, rust and men reached her and she scrunched up her nose.
"Eomer!". She called looking around. There was weaponry everywhere helmets, swords and arrows she bent down and picked up a sword it was heavy and she staggered slightly under the weight she dropped it with a clatter.
"Hey!" She turned around at the booming voice that called out to her.
It was a burly soldier making his way down the hall to her.
"What are you doing down here missy!" he snapped.
Lothiriel put her hands on her hips. "Who do you think you are using that tone with me!". She crossed over to him poking him hard in the chest he towered over her reaching the same height as Eomer but his build was much more stout.
"Have you no respect for Lothiriel Princess of Dol Amoroth".She asked Arrogantly.
The soldiers eyes widened in realization.
"My lady he replied bowing. "My deepest apologies".
Lothiriel rolled her eyes and stood up even straighter than she was standing.
"Where is the king?". She asked straightening out her crisp white gown which was getting dirty at the bottom from being dragged on the floor. She muttered a curse and the soldier gapped
"My lady?". he said in shock.
"What is your name man?".
She spoke with more authority that the soldier even expected from Eomer and that was surprising because Eomer was very demanding even more so as a king than he was as Third Marshal.
"Eomer is... I shall accompany you there my lady a token for my boldness".
They stood there in silence.
"Well what are you waiting for" Lothiriel yelled pushing her hair over her shoulder impatiently. "I thought I asked you your name!". She snapped.
"Oh yes My lady I am called Hanalam" He bowed his head to her.
Lothiriel nodded and swept her hand a gesture to him to lead the way.
She heard laughter fill the air as she rounded several corners passing many men on the way all of whom admired her beauty whispering inapt fantasies. Those perverted Rohhirim she thought not quite disgusted as she should have been.
She heard a laughter well over the rest of the laughs and a deep voice which she knew belonged to Eomer. What he said must have been hilarious because the men were out of their senses laughing.
The soldier knocked on the door with his foot loudly so they can here.
"Enter!" Eomer said regaining composure.
The soldier opened the door and Lothiriel was invisible behind his large frame.
"Hanalam" Elfhim began. "How many whores must we feed you for your visit?".
Lothiriel's mouth opened in shock So this is what soldiers curse is all about. It is by far the rudest tongue u have ever heard!
"A visitor for the king" He said stepping to the side leaving a blushing Lothiriel there. She wished now she didn't come she didn't know Eomer was in the company of so many men all of whom were staring at her in awe her crisp white dress hung nicely to her body her hair was let loose to hang over her back her pale skin and dark eyes darting from place to place in wonder she looked so small and gentle.
"My lord she said curtsying".
Eomer looked at the beautiful women standing there before him amongst the soldiers looking for once defeated and was blushing like there was no tomorrow.
"What ails you Lothiriel?". He said in a gentle voice. To gentle he cringed on the inside he knew his men would make fun of him after for it.
"I- she began she toke a small breathe. "I was lonely without your company".
Eomer looked at her in disbelief. He snapped a few looks at his men daring them to make one hoot of pleasure.
"I am sorry I have been busy My lady". he said bowing his head to her.
"You don't sound busy!". she remarked in her usual bossy tone again now gaining a bit of confidence. She crossed her arms waiting for his response like a wife would do to a husband who has come home late.
"Oh ...Lothiriel I" Eomer raised a hand behind his head and itched nervously.
"No worries I understand... Carry on" She curtseyed to them all and turned out the door without another word.
"I will return shortly". Eomer said getting up and leaving the table.
"Lothiriel!". he called running up to catch up with her.
She ignored him and continued on.
"Lothiriel!".He yelled louder now walking beside her. "I apologise but I truly was busy me and my men we just-
"I thought I told you I understand" she said cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Yes I know I just do not want you to be upset with me" he looked at her hopefully. " Not now at least". HE finished.
"It is nearly mid day I will be but two more hours with my men after I will take you riding. How does that sound?"
Lothiriel gulped.
"Riding?". She said in a small distant voice.
"Aye. On the grassy plains. Meet me in the Stable in two hours from now"
"Riding...with you" her voice cracked and her skin paled.
" Is the problem Lothiriel?" Eomer waited to hear her usual ramblings about what certain things do to her appearances and such but when he got none of that he peered down at her suspiciously . "You do not want to go riding with me?"
"I- of course I do". Lothiriel said nervously then suddenly her face turned angry "I know how to ride you know!". She snapped.
"I never said you didn't" Eomer said shaking his head at her. He cupped her face in his large callused hand and saw her shudder he licked his lips. He wished to kiss those full lips of hers but he would wait he would savour the moment for when they first kiss.
"Two hours then Eomer". She said stepping back from him.
"Two hours" Eomer replied feeling light headed.
"You give me your word" She asked.
"I do Lothiriel" Eomer said watching her leave. "How I do". he finished to himself.
Two hours later Lothiriel was dressed in a riding dress she borrowed from Mary after realising none of her dresses would do. Her hair was put in a loose braid which hung over her shoulder. She went down to the stables.
She walked in and was greeted by the smell of hay and leather and many horses naying at her.
She saw Eomer out the back most stall. petting Firefoot.
where is she! He thought furiously turning around to see her dressed in a green riding dress.
"I thought you were not going to show". He muttered his voice in that gentle voice again that he seemed to take only with her. (When they were not fighting)
Lothiriel nodded she was growing nervous at the many horses around her. How she feared them!
"This is Firefoot". Eomer gestured to the horse his voice filled with pride
"One would think you were introducing an old and most respected friend". Lothiriel laughed walking closer but not to close Firefoot was shaking his head and grunting excitedly.
"Oh but I am My lady, Firefoot was right beside me on the very battle field before the black gates and in Helmsdeep or any other matter where I needed a steed and for that I respect him".
"I can do none of those things Eomer".Lothiriel had that same defeated look in her eyes that she only got now that she knew she was falling in love with Eomer. "So how will you ever come to respect me?". She looked at him sadly tears were welling up in her eyes and she turned away.
"I already respect you Lothiriel". Eomer sighed "I do not know why you really have proved nothing of use to me but a very wonderful sight and pleasant excitement in my days since you got here begging your pardon". he began.
Rohhirim are so blunt with their words do they not know how bold it sounds!
But for reasons i am not sure of I do respect you -you were that unknown force I was fighting for all these years...the beauty in the world". He blushed never had he said such words he felt like a prancy Gondorian.
Lothiriel smiled looking at Firefoot whom looked right back. He snorted at her and tossed his head.
"Go on" Eomer beckoned her. "You can pet his nose".
Lothiriel looked horrified at the thought and in a small voice replied.
"I can not"
"It is all right Lothiriel he will not harm you"
It is just I have a fear of horses and Fire foot is so...
"You fear horses!". Eomer said sounding scandalized but regretted the words as they left his mouth because Lothiriel twitched a bit and looked ashamed.
Strange Eomer thought Usually she would yell at me for insulting her.
"I have since the day I fell off in a forest while riding with my brother". She said softly not looking at him.
Eomer was silent and let her continue.
"I woke alone in the woods". She shuddered at the memory.
"I will ease your fear Lothiriel I promise". He toke her hand and kissed the pads of her fingers she closed her eyes in bliss.
How had it come to this? Eomer thought to himself. He never felt like this before so compassionate that had nothing to do with the love with his family this was different just a days ago they were at each others throats now this...
"Eomer". Lothiriel whispered opening her eyes.
"Lothiriel what is on your mind right now as we speak?" he asked stepping closer to her.
Lothiriel's heart was beating so hard she feared he would hear it.
She sighed. "I am thinking of what a fool I have made of myself confessing to the horse lord that I am afraid of horses as men would fear Sauran. I am thinking if -if
"If what" Eomer urged her gently.
Tears were now spilling from her eyes. Eomer made to wipe them away but she stopped his hands.
"It will only make things worse". She whispered almost inaudibly through a sob wiping her own eyes.
Eomer looked at her quizzically.
"I can not understand these feelings I have inside me, These feelings I have for you. They are making me want to stay here in Rohan with you. Though another part of me wants to return home…But if I leave I know I will not be happy because I'm not with you".
Eomer opened his mouth to speak but she covered his lips with her fingers.
"You changed me Eomer I thought so ill of the Rohhirm ,Then it hit me like a stone you are the most wonderful man I have ever met you treat me like an equal ..you". She stopped and sighed. "What do you think of this?". She asked panic etching her words.
"If the feelings you are feeling for me can be translated to words I would say they mean love and mine are translated to that very language".
"I want to stay here with you Eomer I fear if I do not I will never find another like you! Tears now spilt freely from her eyes. " Is that my love for you or is it just a fear I have that if not you just another who can be much worse for that is not true love".
Eomer thought about it for a second perhaps that is it exactly.
"I hope this is not true Lothiriel" Eomer said taking her hands in his. "I hope it is not I do not know what I would do if it was. But our time together was brief. Let us give it time. Let us be wed like we were arranged to be. The feelings we have must be something and I need a queen and you are that one I need!" He went down on his knees her hands still in his he rested his head on her hands. "Stay with me Lothiriel I will make you the happiest women in Middle earth I swear it".
He was pleading with her and Lothiriel's heart ached because of it.
"Yes Eomer". Lothiriel said falling on her knees embracing him in a hug. Eomer leaned his forehead to hers and their lips touched ever so gently it tickled.
Eomer made to deepen the kiss but Lothiriel stopped him whispering huskily. "We shall wait" Getting up she dusted off her dress.
"Now what was that promise you made to me?". She smiled light-headed from crying. "Oh yes I remember. You promised to ease my fear of horses" She helped him to his feet.
"I will stay true to that promise my lady". Eomer bowed nobly in Gondorian fashion.
"Do you insult the Gondorian men!". Lothiriel gasped.
"Men if that is what you can call them then yes-yes I do"
"What of Aragorn and my cousins and my brothers Eomer!". She yelled grabbing him roughly but hardly moving him.
"They do not count". Eomer smiled.
"If you survived all that I heard you survived then maybe you can teach me how to ride". She smiled . "But I warn you". Her face darkened. "It will not be as easy!".
Eomer laughed loudly the sound vibrating through Lothiriel's bodyit gave her confidence.
"I am sure I can handle it Lothiriel I am sure".
END OF CHAPTER
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