A/N: I've decided to forego my previous posting schedule and put it all up now. :) Instead of this posting schedule giving me more time to focus on other works it's given me time to fidget with this story more...so.
At some point in the near future this story will be renamed and while not shortened, put into less chapters on the site.
I reserve the right to add in a few more scenes in the future (when I need a break from other stories and not the other way around ;) ).
Last thing, since I forgot the disclaimer before: This is a work of Fan Fiction using characters from the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkein, I own nothing but the plot line. This story is for entertainment purposes only and I'm not profiting from it.
-A Forbidden Love-
Scene 9
"Lothìriel?"
Lothìriel opened her eyes as someone called her name.
"Lothìriel? How are you?" Blinking wearily, she sat forward on the pallet they had made for her in the caves. Glancing up she caught sight of a long golden hair and a worried face.
"Éowyn?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing here?"
"Thèoden King ordered Meduseld evacuated and all to Hornburg to prepare for the invasion."
Lothìriel nodded absently. The words not catching in her mind.
"The rest of the women will be here soon. I am to help-"
Lothìriel slid her knees up to her chest and hugged them, as Éowyn's words washed over her.
"Lothìriel."
She looked up again, Éowyn seemed to be fighting back tears.
"I am sorry that Thèodred is gone."
"Me too."
"Lady Heredis told me what else happened."
Lothìriel shrunk in on herself not responding, fighting off the vision of a small linen-wrapped body.
"I am so sorry. So sorry that Wormtongue was able to use our friendship, to forge my writing, to cause this."
The apology hung in the air as Lothìriel made sense of the words. "It was not your fault," she choked out at last.
"I know. I know that. But still." There was silence for a moment before Éowyn continued, "At least Wormtongue is gone now. You are-we are-free from his schemes."
Anger flared within Lothìriel creating a sharpness where before had been haze, "You mean never again can he help plot to kill my husband?" Her voice rose, "Never again can he kill my child?"
Éowyn flinched back as Lothìriel buried her face in the blanket.
"Please, Éowyn. I would like to be alone."
She felt a hand on her shoulder, a broken voice saying "If there is anything that I can do for you, please let me know." Footsteps moved away a step, two, before Éowyn's voice came again.
"Éomer is here, Lothìriel. He would like to-"
"No!"
There was a frozen silence.
"No. I just want to be left alone."
