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Morning-after Bliss
Imrahil noticed them walk in and stand side by side for a moment, looking into the hall. Lothíriel leaned against her husband, in an unconscious effort to touch with her body as much as possible of his, too absorbed to be aware of the onlookers, who tried not to stare. Éomer seemed not to heed, either. He whispered something in her ear, making her blush. She whispered back, at which he nodded. He laid his hand on her shoulder blade, steering her to the table, where her father and other relatives were seated.
Imrahil had never seen her more lovely.
Set in Meduseld, 3021 T.A., 15th day of the 2nd month, on the morning after Éomer and Lothíriel's wedding.