"That went well, I think." Amrothos, who had remained silent throughout Lothíriel and Éomer's exchange commented into the silence. Lothíriel's face was bright red, though from embarrassment or anger she couldn't decide.

"Will you just help me sit up?" She snapped in irritation. This was not how she pictured the proper meeting between herself and Éomer as a human.

"Now there's no reason for you to bite my head off. It's not as if I'm the one who just declared you unfit to wife." She could tell that Amrothos was trying his best to maintain a serious expression. "Though I do have to admit that it is nice to see you've finally met your match in temper." He grasped her firmly under her arms, pulling her up in a swift, fluid motion. The pain screamed at her before she settled in the position.

"I think he liked me better as a horse. Isn't that just like a Rohir? It's probably for the best that he has declared me unsuited for the position of wife and queen." She huffed slightly. "With our tempers, we'd probably argue every day." Her shoulders sagged a little as she began to speak more to herself, "Perhaps that's why drinking the potion would mean I avoided the tragedy of an unhappy marriage with someone predisposed to arguing like I am."

"You really have changed if you can freely admit to your temper." Amrothos couldn't maintain his straight face any longer. He began chuckling though it quickly evolved into laughter.

"Oh, stop it" She gently slapped her brother's arm with the back of her hand, though she couldn't help but smile. Eventually the laughter died down and Amrothos looked at Lothíriel.

"Before you and the king went on your little tirade, I wanted to know why you really took that potion. You've never done anything so thoughtless before, at least not to my knowledge."

"I…I don't really know." Lothíriel glanced at the door as she spoke. "After the fortune teller told me that drinking it would be my only chance at happiness in the future, it felt true. And besides, I had her prove that it wasn't poison."

"At least you weren't entirely foolish in this endeavor." Amrothos patted her head gently. The two sat in silence for a while before Lothíriel asked something she had been curious about since she'd first heard it.

"Now that you know what took place within me, will you tell me why you, and everyone believed that I actually ran home, on foot, without leaving any tracks."

"An elderly woman came to the encampment and asked to speak with Father. When they were together, she apparently informed him of your whereabouts. I don't know about him, but as soon as I heard from him, it was as if it all made sense and you really must have gone on alone back to Dol Amroth. Now that you're human again, I feel as though a veil has been lifted and I see how ridiculous it was to believe it."

"That fortune teller certainly has a gift." Lothíriel shook her head in disbelief. "To tell one person and still have everyone who heard it believe."

"Don't think on it for too long, little sister." He kissed her forehead before standing. "You're probably famished after only eating oats and hay for days. I'll see if I can fetch you something to tempt your appetite." He pulled the door open.

"Oh, Amrothos," she called after him, causing her brother to turn back and face her. She pointed to her forehead. "I don't think I apologized for running you into that tree."

"Think nothing of it. Despite how foolhardy it was, I'm glad that you faced the beast. I'd rather fall off a thousand saddles before letting myself become that beast's lunch."

She heard the latch click into place before turning away from the door. Looking around the room from a seated position changed the feeling. She wished the drapes on the windows had been pulled back, but that was only a matter of time, she was sure. The room was spacious, though not to the standards of the Gondorian court. Lothíriel rather liked it. Anyways, it was an improvement to the size of a horse stall. A single trunk sat in the corner of the room, not far from her bed. It bore the horse insignia that she had come to expect on most things. She wondered if there was anything inside the trunk or if it lay empty, ready for things to fill it.

She was still inspecting the craftsmanship on the chest when there was a knock on the door. "Is that the food already?" She thought to herself. "Enter." She spoke the word loud enough that even from the bed she could be heard clearly. The door opened and instead of some maid carrying a tray of tempting treats, stood Éowyn.

A/N: Hooray! After an insanely busy day I finally was able to sit down and write this chapter out. I hope this answers some of your questions. Next chapter should have some fun interactions. Look forward to it!

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