(Quick Author's Note: Begins directly after Aragorn's coronation as King of Gondor and Arnor.)
The newly crowned King of Gondor led the procession through the barricades, which took the place of Minas Tirith's gates, and up into the city. Éomer and his sister rode behind Aragorn. The people followed behind, cheering and making merry music.
As they rode up through the many circles of Minas Tirith, Éowyn remarked in their own language, "Are you looking forward to tonight's celebrations?"
"I suppose so," he responded. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I am not sure of you are aware that there will be many unmarried ladies," she said with a hint of gaiety. "Ladies who would jump at the chance of marrying someone of high rank."
"I shall tell them that I am already attached."
Éowyn gasped. She leaned towards him and whispered, "You have not done anything scandalous, have you?"
"No, dear sister, nothing like that," chuckled Éomer. "My affections are attached."
"To whom?"
"To a lady whose name I do not know."
"Maybe you shall meet her at the ball."
"Maybe," agreed Éomer.
They arrived in the sixth circle. After dismounting and giving their horses to the grooms, the king and his invited guests proceeded into the Citadel. As for the rest of the people, they remained in the lower circles to prepare for their own festivities that night. A servant approached to lead Éomer and Éowyn to their rooms.
When Éomer entered his room, he quickly noted the luxurious furniture pieces to the simple décor of the room. One thing that characterized the room was the dark Cherrywood of all the furniture. The large canopied bed, stocked desk, and cushioned chairs were all intricately carved in a feminine pattern. Whoever decorated his room carefully brought out the masculine colors in a room that would otherwise be quite fit for a female. A thick bearskin lay before the fireplace. Dark red drapes hung in the place of lacey curtains at the windows. To keep the room from feeling like a cave, a colorful tapestry hung over the carved mantel. Further exploration revealed a clean change of clothes lying on the bed, several books in different languages on the bookshelf, and a plain washbasin and pitcher hidden in a corner.
After washing his face, Éomer exited the room, finding his sister waiting out in the hall. Together they set off with their guide. After lunch, Éowyn returned to her room to rest before preparing for the coronation ball. Éomer, however, walked to the stables to pay Firefoot a long visit. Several Gondorian nobles gaped as they witness the King of Rohan returning with his saddlebags over his shoulder, eliciting many chuckles from said king.
As soon as he returned, Éowyn insisted he take a bath. To this, he submitted with little complaint. He probably needed one anyways. After dressing, he thought himself ready when he presented himself to Éowyn for inspection.
"Boots could be polished, tunic is fine," she appraised, "but your hairdo is not acceptable."
"What are you talking about?" Éomer argued. "Of all things, why my hair? There is nothing wrong with it."
"Sit down," she ordered firmly, pointing to a straight-back chair.
Éomer reluctantly complied, grumbling, "I know elves braid their hair, but it is twice as long as mine. Besides, I only braid it when going to war."
"You forget that throughout all times," corrected Éowyn, "you braided your hair most of the time. There is nothing wrong with that, is there?" She plaited a small section of his hair until there was neat braid above his right ear.
"Well, no, but we are not in Rohan."
"What does that have to do with anything? You are Rohan's king, and should act and dress accordingly. Gondor may disapprove now, but they may embrace it later."
"As long as these ladies of Gondor you speak of do not pounce on me," Éomer said wryly.
After watching the coronation from the top of the walls, Lothíriel hurried back to the house before anyone, the King of Rohan in particular, noticed her. When her family returned to freshen up before luncheon with the new king, she made herself scarce before anyone could persuade her to attend. They returned in high spirits, but she did not mind.
Lothíriel's mother and sister-in-law elected to take a nap before the final preparations for that night. Instead of worrying about what she was going to wear, Lothíriel played with Alphros for a few hours in the garden behind the house. Eventually, it became quite apparent that Alphros also needed a nap. After submitting him to his mother, she made her way up to her room.
On the way, her mother called, "Dear, are you getting ready?"
"I am just about to, Mother," she answered.
She pulled out a light blue dress from her closet. It was not the standard Gondorian fashion, which consisted of earthy colors and materials. Her dress was much more airy in both color and material. After dressing, she allowed her mother to style her hair.
"I daresay the court ladies will soon be inspired by your style," her mother said.
Elphir's wife, who entered for a word of maternal advice, said hesitatingly, "But they may also be negative about it."
"Whatever they say," said Lothíriel blithely, "I shall not know or care."
As soon as her mother concluded, she breezed down the stairs. Her brothers and father only commented, "That color becomes you," before returning to their original topic of politics. Desiring to make you of her time before it was time for the ball, she seated herself at her harp.
A small commotion in the entry room aroused her attention. She entered to hear Elphir speaking earnestly with his mother, father, and wife.
"Is there something amiss?" she questioned.
Elphir answered, "Alphros' nurse has not yet arrived. We gave her leave to spend the day with her family as long as she came here this evening to watch him while we were gone."
"I can wait with Alphros until she arrives," Lothíriel offered.
Her mother interposed, "But dear, you shall most likely miss the dinner and, I daresay, some of the dancing."
"No matter," she said brightly. "The larder is full, and Alphros and I shall make the best of what we have. I am sure there is nothing of great importance that I will miss."
Elphir's wife reluctantly assented and eventually it was all settled. After the Prince of Dol Amroth, his wife, and sons departed, Lothíriel donned on a large apron to heat leftovers from the previous night. When Alphros cried, she hurried upstairs. After both of them had eaten their fill, Alphros helped Lothíriel with the few dishes.
An hour after the sun set, a rapid series of knocks sounded on the door.
Lothíriel opened the door to find a pale maid, who hastily apologized, "I beg your pardon, my lady, for my tardiness."
"Pardon is granted, but come, Alphros will be happy to see you," Lothíriel responded gently. When the maid stepped inside, she continued, "I fed Alphros already, and all he wants is a play companion and someone to watch him while he sleeps." She removed her apron and departed from the house before the girl could utter another word of apology.
Author's Note: Unfortunately, I could not get my original files off my broken computer. After retyping whatever I remember from the originals and adding some things, I think everything turned out okay.
Here's that timeline with new entries in italics.
2999 – Birth
3009 – Witnesses the Horses of the Sea for the first time, meets the Little White Horse, and is introduced to the magical sanctuary.
3010 – Meets Éomer for the first time.
3011 – Second encounter with Éomer.
3015 – Third encounter with Éomer. Becomes an apprentice in the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith.
3017 – (April) Lothíriel concludes her training as a healer and becomes Denethor's "assistant."
3018 – (July) Boromir leaves for Imladris.
3019 – (Early January) the beginning of the evacuation of the civilians in Minas Tirith.
(Mid-February) Imrahil and his sons arrive in Minas Tirith with a host from Dol Amroth.
(February 29) Boromir is killed.
(March 8) Denethor receives the hereditary horn, now cleft in two.
(March 9) Mithrandir and Pippin arrive in Minas Tirith. Lothíriel encounters the Little White Horse/Calacondo.
(March 10) Faramir arrives under perilous circumstances. A thick shadow from the East prevents the light of the sun to shine over Minas Tirith, and it spreads westward.
(March 11) Faramir departs with some men of Gondor.
(March 12) Osgiliath and Cair Andros has fallen.
(March 13) Midmorning, Mithrandir comes, bringing the wounded. Evening, the walls of Pelennor, which are also known as the Rammas, falls. Twilight, a sortie, comprised of Dol Amroth and Mithrandir, departs from Minas Tirith to rescue the remaining of Faramir and his men. They bring back a wounded Faramir.
(March 14) The siege of Minas Tirith. The Pelennor Fields are destroyed. "Bombs" and "grenades" are fired within the first circle along with the heads of all men of Gondor who have perished.
(March 15) Denethor burns himself. Faramir is rescued and sent to the Houses of Healing. The gates of Minas Tirith are destroyed and it seems that the Witchking has won the battle. Rohan arrives at the crack of dawn. Battle of Pelennor Fields commences. Théoden is killed. Éowyn and Merry are wounded when defeating the Witchking. After the battle, Aragorn enters the city and heals Faramir, Éowyn, and Merry.
(March 16) The Last Debate among the Lords of the West.
(March 18) The Host of the West sets off to challenge the Dark Lord.
(March 20) Éowyn meets Faramir in the Houses of Healing.
(March 25) The Dark Lord is defeated.
(Early-mid May) The coronation of Aragorn as King of Gondor and Arnor.