He smoothed back her hair gently as she stood, and looked deeply into her eyes, “the children, will have no knowledge of such being said,” came out gently, and he pulled himself to his feet, after taking her hand. He didn’t say a word about her riding anywhere, for she looked too weak and frail to him to do such, though he would wait to make judgement on just how to go as the evening progressed. “If I could have you with me, every moment of every day I would,” he stated as he began to lead her from the room. His grip tightening on her hand, “and I fear times apart merely bring you heart ache and trouble, tell me,” pausing as they went to leave the room, “is it the Elders that have driven you to despair?”
For due to their behaviour in his company, he was wondering just what they were up to while he was not present, and though he knew that Theodrake would know exactly what they were doing, he also at the moment was not in an angered state that he would expect the man to betray his trust and tell him exactly what the old fools were saying to his beloved Lothiriel. Though when angered, Eomer’s thinking did tend to wander to the extreme, and it would probably only be time before he and Theodrake would end up having a heated argument over one thing or another.
He was walking slowly on purpose, he did want to go to where the children where and he did wish to make sure they were feeling safe in their surroundings, but Lothiriel held his heart, his life and she would always come first to him, even if at times duty made it seem as though she were second to other matters. “Know that you can tell me whatever troubles you my love,” he said and waited to see if she would share what had caused her beautiful eyes to dim and illness to creep in where only health and laughter had been, he wondered what was sucking the life and vivacious love for life from her.