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Notes: Again .I mean no disrespect to Professor Tolkien, but I´m no expert .I just write.
This is a very short interlude and may be very cheesy, but I just saw the movie again and .what can I say .brilliant, but too short on romance and Peter...did you have to cut out most of the 2nd part of Eomer and Eowyn´s story arch?????
Hell ..you can´t let us wait for the extended edition until November .it´s just not right!!!!!! SNIFF....
Whatever .they will hatch a plan next chapter ..
Beyond
They were sitting in the shadow of a big rock amidst the grass, shielded from the wind. Eomer reclined against the rough stone, Lothiriel a little to the side in front of him, her back leaned against his chest. His right arm was draped around her from one shoulder to the other, covering her collarbone. From his position he could not see her face, just the back of her head, the smooth line of her neck. They had not spoken for a long time, just sitting there, watching the wind sweep over the grass.
"I had heard so many stories about you and your sister and all the things you had lost, your cousin, the uncle who raised you.."
She didn´t turn to look at him, merely staring out over Rohan´s green plains. Her voice was soft and husky, almost dreamy as though she was talking to herself, to the wind and the land ..not him.
" My father´s men spoke highly of you; of your skills in battle, your deeds, your devotion to those you held dear..how you were suddenly faced with the duty to fill a position you never aspired to nor ever wished for, becoming king of Rohan. They felt sympathy for your pain, your loss, they admired your strength and valour ..and my heart went out to you without ever having seen your face."
Eomer sat there in silence, not knowing what to say. The weight and warmth of her body settled against him felt more and more natural with every passing minute and a part of him was afraid that if he made the faintest sound, the moment would end.
" When my mother told me that I was to go to Rohan with my father, I knew ..even if I was not privy to his plans, ..I knew his intent. I knew of his desire to forge another allegiance to strengthen the kingdom of men. But I wanted to go ..I wanted to lay eyes on the man I had heard about. After all the stories of war and bloodshed, pride and temper and courage, I already felt sympathy for the warrior..I needed to know if ..."
" If..?"
Lothiriel turned to him slowly, searching his solemn face.
" If I could ...love the man." She said quietly. Eomer looked at her, her calm, assured demeanour, her dark blue eyes ...she did not hide from him, did not shrink from his inquisitive stare.
"And if the man, the warrior..the king could see not just the princess, but the girl whose heart he had won with so few words. If you could see beyond my father´s daughter, beyond the princess of Dol Amroth..see me."
Eomer nodded gradually, astounded but understanding. Very slowly he pulled the leather gloves off his hands. His right hand traced the curve of her jaw until he cupped her cheek while he let the other weave through her flame coloured hair. Lothiriel drew a shuddering breath, but never broke the gaze into his eyes.
" I see you...all of you." He told her, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.
" And you are beautiful.."