A/N: Alright I feel like a horrible person for not updating in so long. I got writer's block and tried to study for exams. I know, excuses excuses. I'm really sorry. Thank you for all the reviews as well. Virtual cookie for all.

Disclaimer: I own Éomer, really I do. I'm also the Queen of France, and I rule the rest of the world. Yeah, we all know I have nothing at all. Sigh.

Chapter 6- Exchanging Words

I rose at dawn. I couldn't sleep anymore for all I could think about was the lady from last night in the library. Her gray eyes full of wonder starring out at me. I need to go find her. She might already be in the library.

At this thought, I dressed quickly and quickly headed for the library. Not many people were up yet so I didn't run into any curious people, thank goodness for that.

However, suddenly I got to thinking. The man that came in last night. I know I've seen him before, but where? Probably the war, but I feel that I know him better than someone I just randomly passed.

And then it hit me. It was Erchirion, Prince Imrahil's son from Dol Amroth. What was he doing in there? Is she perhaps his lover? I doubt that, they didn't seem that way when they changed words last night. How would he know her? Perhaps a friend of someone else or… he has a sister. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? I was supposed to meet her last night but she wasn't there. He couldn't find her.

I love it when everything finally makes sense. I wonder if she knows who I am then. I realize I've been standing in front of the library door for a few minutes now. Here I go.

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I can't believe I've slept this late. I should be in the library waiting already for…I still don't know his name. He's probably in the library already waiting for me. I can still see his eyes so clearly starring right into my own. They had such power last night.

Still, what was he doing in the library in the first place? He looked lost, but continued to be confident. I feel that I should know who he is, but I can't figure it out. I can ask him once I get to the library.

I finally got dressed and headed for the library where I would meet… destiny? I've never really believed in fate or destiny, but now I'm starting to wonder if it does exist.

I can see the library down the hall. A few more steps and I can finally talk to this mysterious man.

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Just as I was beginning to think that she wasn't coming and had completely forgot about me, the door opened to reveal her in a pale blue dress that offset her dark hair. Once again I found myself breathless. How can one woman look so astonishing, especially this early in the morning?

I couldn't find words to speak or even a means of uttering anything intelligent at all. I was numb and felt frozen. I finally found my voice.

"Good morning my lady." I said hoping she would say something instead of us just standing here all day. Not that I would mind really, I already knew who she was and…oh dear. If any of her brothers find us, I'm dead. I know they are protective, but what would they do if they found me alone, with their sister. I hadn't thought of this. What if…

"Good morning my lord. I pray you slept well last night." She said with a heavenly voice that I hadn't noticed last night.

"Indeed, but the thoughts of a beautiful lady kept my mind busy." I said wondering what kind of reaction I would get from her.

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He referred to me as a beautiful lady and all I could do was blush. Other men had called me beautiful, but he seemed so much more sincere. I felt the need to make a comment of him so I settled on commenting about his features proving that he wasn't from the South. Maybe then I'll find out who he is.

"It seems me thoughts were likewise filled with a stunning man as well, last night. You're not from around here, are you?" I said satisfied with my reply, as he seemed to grin.

"No, actually I'm visiting me sister. She lives here with her husband and they're expecting their first child. I come from Rohan." He said with a certain pride in his voice that every man seems to have when they mention their homeland.

As I looked upon him now, he started to look familiar. I don't know why, but he reminded me of someone either described to me or that I've seen before. I know Faramir had mentioned Rohan. His wife, Éowyn, was from there. She was expecting a child and her brother was supposed…

That's why he looks familiar. He must be Éowyn's brother. I can't remember his name, but I thought he was the king. Why hasn't he mentioned anything? Surely he must be keeping secrets for a reason. But why? I wonder how long it would take to get him to admit that he's the king. Maybe I can have some fun with this.

"I've never been to Rohan. I've heard it's beautiful in it's own way. I heard there is a new king as well due to tragedies of the war. What do you think of him?" I said seeing if he would admit defeat or continue this game.

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"I, um, believe that he is…" I was starting to stutter, wondering why I didn't just tell her who I was. It would be easier than playing a game like this. However, my mind wouldn't let me say it.

"He's a man that is new to the throne, indeed, but he's trying hard to bring order to Rohan. He's a man who is affected greatly by the war, as everyone was, but has a lot on his shoulders now. His people have great regard for him, as what I've heard from others." I replied hoping that she would accept this answer. However she then looked somewhat frustrated. This can't be good.

"Will you not admit who you are? The only reason I asked what you think of him is because I recognize you from Faramir's description of you. I would think you could at least come forth and say who you are instead of trying to be secretive." She fumed, and this sent me reeling as well.

"And what about you. You haven't admitted yourself either. I recognized your brother last night. He described you as well. Don't try to disgrace me just because I'm playing your own game." I said realizing it was probably a bad idea.

She now simply starred at me with fire in her eyes. No wonder I'll never find someone to marry me. Although if all women play these games, who really needs them. Maybe I was too harsh, but she was acting as though she ruled everything. Little does she know.

She hadn't said anything in a while and suddenly a door opened. Why do people always have to interrupt? I realized it was her brother, Amrothos. He was the youngest of the sons and was always closest to his sister. She turned around and looked, with the fire still in her eyes.

He came over and realized her irritation. I think he noticed that I was just as irritated. He's normally a comical man so I was hoping he would enlighten us.

"Oh, um, good morning. Lothiriel, Éomer. I see you two have met. Both behaving hopefully." He said, I'm assuming trying to lighten the mood. However, it did nothing for the young princess for she still appeared upset and decided to leave.

"Forget it, men." She said as she left the room.

"What did you do?" Amrothos said giving me a quizzical look. He noticed I was confused and let out a short laugh.

"I'm not too sure. I started playing her game and it appears I lost." I said still thinking about what had been said. At least we both truly knew who the other was.

"If she's that mad, you probably won. Come on, I'll explain but I believe breakfast should be ready shortly." He said as we left the library as well. What a peculiar morning it has been. I just hope that she doesn't hate me entirely now.

A/N: yeah another chapter. Hopefully I'll be writing more because of summer vacation. I'll try, i really will. I think the dividing lines worked. If not, can someone please tell me how to get them in there. I feel lost. Please review. Adios.