For all of you who wanted to see Eomer's reaction, and Lothiriel's... what should we call it? High amusement by the tension.
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He, Eomer stood there at the foot of the dais in the golden hall. In front of him was where she stood. Oh sweet mercy be given to him, Béma! She was not, was she? No... No, no! Behind the tall, princely lord who happened to be her father,the woman he had touched; had caressed stood, failing to refrain herself from smiling at his realisation. For all of his luck!
Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth bowed, rising with pride. "Eomer King, may I present my children; my heir - Prince Elphir, and my youngest sons - Prince Erchirion and Prince Amrothos."
Imrahil stepped back to his daughter, holding her hand for her to step forward. "And this pearl is my daughter and youngest, Princess Lothiriel." Now Lothiriel's eyes were shinning with high amusement, her lips tight with a smile, a suppressing laugh.
Out of all the women he could have caressed...
"My lord?" Imrahil questioned, watching the dazed king before him. "Does my daughter's beauty capture you?"
Oh sweet mercy! He could see her brothers grinning, also trying equally hard not to laugh before a king. "Any man would be a fool not to be captured by the princess's beauty," he managed to say as formally as possible, for his face was visibly reddening.
Imrahil smiled, contented by the young king's answer. He turned to his daughter, whispering, "Lothiriel, acknowledge the king's compliments."
Lothiriel let go of her father's hand, stepping another pace forward. She dipped a deep curtsy, her eyes never leaving the king's, her face riddled with amusement. "My lord, you have been too gracious towards me... with all your actions."
Imrahil hummed with curiosity. "Has Eomer King already shown you courteous manners?"
Lothiriel looked at both men of importance, eyeing Eomer mischievously. "I suppose one may call them courteous manners... he was very gently towards me, Father."
Sweet Elbereth! Eomer inhaled deeply, feeling a summoning to a duel by one of her brother's fast approaching, or by Imrahil himself.
Imrahil nodded slowly, eyeing the king intently. "Quite a tale you have to tell then, Daughter."
Lothiriel grinned innocently. "Quite a tale indeed."