Chapter 4-Interferance with Perfection

The ride to the citadel would have been very short but since Lothiriel had no horse, they all, out of courtesy, walked with her. Éowyn and Lothiriel were talking lightly to each other as Éomer walked on in silence to the young women.

"My father gave me so many hints," she was saying causing a smile to creep into Éomer's face. "He said you had received the crown only recently, and that you were still reluctant about it. Oh well for goodness sake, he even said you were unmarried but that you 'had time' direct quote. I can't believe I didn't remember that." Her tone was light and sweet, but she seemed incredibly embarrassed by the whole situation.

"I just never imagined a King being so young. It's just one of those things you hear about in fairy tales. I mean it had been so long since Gondor had a King that it all seems like a fairy tale. The Kings are old and married, the Princes are young and handsome and the Princesses are beautiful young maids."

"Well, then I suppose one thing at least is true," Éomer said under his breath. He said it to no one and hoped no one heard him, but Éowyn's eyes rose as she flashed him a big smile and it seemed like Lothiriel's face colored a little.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Éomer isn't a very good king anyway," said Éowyn playfully. Éomer shot a playful look back and they pretended to fight for a second.

"You two remind me of my brother Amrothos and me. We are the youngest of the family and we tend to unite against the rest of the family." Lothiriel smiled widely at the two and quickly down cast her eyes. She seemed very shy, or perhaps her error from earlier was still affecting her. Éomer found her very intriguing mostly because of the color of her eyes. She was almost the spitting image of Arwen until her eyes. Arwen had wise old baby blue eyes, but Lothiriel's were dark blue and full of life.

They continued to walk, though slightly quicker now as Éowyn grew anxious to see her love. Éomer and Lothiriel exchanged polite words back and forth the whole way.

"What is Dol Amroth like, my lady?" he asked.

Lothiriel squinted her eyes and thought about it, "wet," she said honestly.

Éomer couldn't stop laughing, "yes my lady, I know what you mean, for Rohan is very dry."

"Well it isn't just wet. It's beautiful and filled with love. It is more like an elvish dwelling than a man dwelling. A million things about it are beautiful. The city sits on the ocean and the waves crash on the shore just a few miles from the castle. Everything is blue and what isn't is miles and miles of sand. I love it there." Something in Éomer's head told him he remembered this, like he had heard it before, or he had seen it. That wasn't possible though.

Lothiriel seemed to have noticed his expression for she calmly asked "My Lord? Are you alright?"

"Yes, my lady. I was simply remembering something."

At that moment the sun seemed to have risen immediately for both looked around and noticed the bustle of people in the streets. The variety of people in Minas Tirith never ceased to amaze Éomer. Passing him were bakers, servants, merchants, and every kind of high-ranking official. There also were a lot of different kinds of people, elves, and dwarves. This was a new addition to Minas Tirith, but the city adjusted well as it did to everything.

Éomer was beside himself with the amount of attention he was getting. He knew that to these women he was very good looking for there were no fair-haired men in Minas Tirith, nor were there many with quite the build he had, even before he was King he always got a lot of attention from the Gondorian women. However, this amount of attention was ridiculous. One girl stared so intently she tripped over her own feet. Éomer had bent to help her and she blushed furiously.

"I'm sorry, my Lord, I should watch where I am going better." He discarded her comment, which made her fall into a fit of giggles. He had to admit she was very beautiful, but to Éomer any woman of Gondor was beautiful for he preferred dark haired women. This behavior was strange, though, and each time a woman took notice of the young King, Lothiriel would stifle a laugh. He was quite annoyed at her constant laughter, but he took pleasure in the fact that he got to see her smile more, even if it was at his expense. Oh Eru she's gorgeous. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, which was perfectly fine because she rarely looked at him.

Breakfast was nearing and everyone in the city seemed to have awoken, so they quickened their pace to the citadel. Éowyn was getting anxious and Éomer had to admit the grumbling in his stomach was taking over his senses. It only took three more steps for a cry to erupt from Éowyn's mouth that caught the attention of everyone on that level of the city.

"Faramir!" she yelled and sure enough there waited her love only a few feet in front of her. She ran as fast as she could into his opened arms. The sight gave Éomer a sinking feeling and if he didn't know better he swore he heard Lothiriel sigh. The two lovebirds seemed very preoccupied so Lothiriel and Éomer just went right past them hoping they would realize that they had left. It didn't really matter, of course, because when Faramir and Éowyn were together they didn't see anyone else.

Éomer turned around to see if they were following but just as they seemed to be turning around Eomer felt something collide with his back. When he turned around he saw that a radiant young beauty was staring wide-eyed at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you, I was reading." She looked down to her book indicating it with a slight nod. It was obvious what she wanted and Éomer obliged. He bent down and grabbed the book. As he came back up he took the time to examine her. She was all curves, and beautiful curves in fact. Every inch of her was perfect or at least looked that way in her pale green dress. When he came back up completely he handed her the book and she tucked a flower in her hair before gliding away. He couldn't help it, he watched her the whole way.

"I hope to see you again soon, my Lord," she added. He knew he must have been drooling at this point for Lothiriel turned him around to continue walking.

"Come, your highness, it is just a woman."

"That was not just a woman." She rolled her eyes and decided just to leave him that way. She walked away fiddling self-consciously with her hair. Éomer finally came out of his trance and turned to look at Lothiriel's retreating form. She looked so lonely walking away with her head down and her arms pulled in close to her body. He suddenly felt guilty for some reason, though he couldn't place why.

"My lady?" he asked as he came up beside her.

"My Lord?" she asked back with an innocent look. Lord she was beautiful, but so young. He didn't know what he thought of her, but she seemed to be asking a question so he fidgeted with himself for a while.

"I'm sorry, I am brain dead." He added to her look.

The rest of the walk was quiet but all were more than thankful for the appearance of the dinning hall.

A/N: I havent looked at this in probably a year. So if my grammar is terrible and I sound really stupid, just remember this is the product of an American public high school education. I've taken some college courses now and its paid off, hopefully the next thing I attempt to write (if I ever find room for all the stories I've already written) will be better than this. Thanks for reading everybody.