Eomer was about to reply to Lothiriel about the twins when all ‘hell’ let loose, even if it truly wasn’t. The crying little infant attached to his arm, picking up the small babe, it just seemed to come naturally too him. He was after all and had always been a ‘protector of the people’ yet really Eomer had little to no experience with dealing with children. The little girl would not lift her face again, but of course she saw Lothiriel as her mother and even if she did not realize her own mother’s features were sadly being forgotten to be replaced with the young queens, for children who had been loved and loved back in return always saw their parents as the bravest, most beautiful and strongest of all. She was becoming confused, it was all too much for her little mind and her sobs drove her to fall into a distressed sleep. Still Eomer held both her and the infant, a concerned yet loving smile on his face, which quickly became subdued when he realized that Lothiriel was looking at him.
“I do?” He asked with a confused look upon his face, and quickly had to look back as the babe, took a handful of his long golden hair and decided it looked very tasty, ramming his tiny fist full of hair into his mouth, drooling all over it, before he spluttered it out and gurgled a little more, then seemed to offer his fist that still had a good amount of Eomer’s hair in it towards him, “dadadadadada!” The baby said once more and puffed his cheeks out, before trying to get his little hand untangled from the hair, “I do believe the little man needs some assistance,” Eomer said as he grinned back to Lothiriel and walked closer so she may untangle the strands of hair from the babe’s hand.
Eomer’s eyes locked with Wedia’s and he bowed his head, just slightly due to a hungry baby that may well try to eat his hair once more still being in his arms. “it will help Lady Wedia and I thank you for making your decision so promptly.” He said as the elder lady left the room.
He then turned and his full attention was upon his beautiful wife, a huge goofy grin coating his face, something he would only allow to be present when he was with her, and now obviously these small children. “I fear you shall have to take this little man, while I lie this poor child down to rest,” yet then he frowned and said softly, “though I fear leaving her alone, is that strange? I wish not to leave her in a place that I can not see her awaken and know that tears will not freely spring to her eyes.”