Éomer felt a swell of pride for his people as he watched them compete. Not only was he proud to be one of their countrymen, but he knew that he should be the best king he could be for them all. He remained in his seat for the remainder of the various competitions. As they came to a close he began to hand out the prizes to the winners. Most of them were pouches of gold while a few of the winners of races won breeding rights to whichever mare or stallion they wished, by order of the king. It was a time honored tradition that was acknowledged by each and every rohirrim. Eventually he had finished the morning duties and just as he stepped down from the stand with his temporary throne, Éowyn approached him.

"It seems that instead of placating Lothíriel, you managed to drive her away." Éowyn chuckled, "And here I thought you were quite accomplished with the ladies."

"She needed to rest." Éomer sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"I see." Éowyn's teasing sobered slightly. "Perhaps we should go and check on her. It's still quite some time before the evening activities where we'll both be needed."

"I'm sure she's fine, and no doubt resting from the busy afternoon. Try to remember that she is still recovering from her wounds. It was probably unwise to push her in such a state."

"Oh, she'll be fine." Éowyn waved her hand dismissively, "whatever Aragorn did seemed to work splendidly. Just yesterday morning I saw how much she's healed already."

"Speaking of, where is Aragorn? I haven't seen him since yesterday." Éomer decided to change the subject. While he was happy that Lothíriel was truly recovering, he knew that if he didn't distract his sister, she would be bothering the princess until the time came to an end.

"He's most likely back in Meduseld." Éowyn tapped her chin lightly, "He and Lady Arwen were coming with me to see you, but there seemed to be some dispute between a few Gondorians and they went to settle it." She began walking back towards the city, pulling Éomer gently by the arm. He must not have been moving quickly enough because she turned back and was about to say something when she bumped into someone.

"I'm terribly sorry," a cracked, feminine voice sounded. Éomer peered over his sister's shoulder to see a short, dark skinned woman looking up at him. Something in the back of his mind niggled at him as he looked at her. It was an odd feeling that he couldn't place.

"Oh no," Éowyn smiled kindly, "it was my fault entirely." She let go of Éomer's arm, letting it fall to his side. "Is there something I can help you with, mistress?"

"You're so kind to offer." The woman returned the smile. "I am looking for the people I came with here. They seemed to have wandered off without me, but worry not, I will find them to be sure."

"We can help you if you'd like." Éomer spoke up, "What did they look like and where were you when you lost them?"

"It is nothing to cause you worry, King Éomer." The woman let out a cackling laugh that sputtered into a brief cough. She cleared her throat before looking up to him with a strange expression. "I believe that you should return to your hall very soon. And you should swallow some of your pride once in a while. It wouldn't do to have you miss out on such a full and happy life simply because you couldn't admit to yourself you were wrong."

"What are you talking about?" Éomer felt so surprised by the sudden advice that he didn't have a chance to feel insulted.

"Another thing to remember is that sometimes, people make choices because they feel they must. If anyone can understand that, it should be the two of you." She patted Éomer's arm. Before he could respond he heard someone calling to him and his sister. Both siblings glanced towards the voice and saw that it was Aragorn waving to them. When Éomer turned back to where the woman was, she was nowhere to be seen.

"What was that all about?" Éowyn looked up at Éomer.

"I don't really know." He rubbed the back of his neck, "but I have a sneaking suspicion that we just me Lothíriel's fortune teller."

A/N: Hello all! Another chapter in Éomer's POV. I'm toying around with the idea of writing the rest of the story in his perspective. Sort of like spending the first half in Lothíriel's mind, understanding her as a person before ending things with Éomer. I'm not entirely sure if that's how I'll end up doing it though. Let me know what you think!

A quick shoutout to Ambercoal - Happy birthday! I would have messaged you if I could, but still, happy to hear that you were glad to see a new chapter!

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