It was not really until Lothiriel began talking in her sleep, that Eomer got maudlin once more. So it had been weighing on her mind, he should have kept that in focus earlier instead of loosing his temper and gone on a one man crusade to banish all Dol Amroth ladies in waiting from his lands. His head hung a little, but he believed there was no point in waking Lothiriel to try and sort the matter out now. Which it had just dawned on him, he could very well have made worse, depending on just how much Lothiriel trusted her ladies. For would not a guilty man send the mistress running if he believed his wife had found out about such a tryst? Though honestly he had little knowledge of being a married man let alone what guilty one would act like.
Picking at some of the hay that lay alongside him, he allowed his mind to brew up all kinds of things, because really if she knew he loved her, why would she also think he could have ever wished to be with another. Here in lay Eomer’s real naivety as far as relationships between men and women were concerned, he had never loved any one other than Lothiriel. At first it had been a child’s love to another child and had not matured into what it now was until he had spied her at Aragorn’s coronation. He had been with other women, but it had been due to a need, never been because of love inspiring the deed. After experiencing such with Lothiriel, the idea of ever lying with another was more than tasteless to him. Something of which he’d attempted to explain to the Elders when they kept on their talk of mistresses and so forth.
Another no matter how beautiful others claimed they were, or how sexually aware or predatory they could be, would never compare to what he had experienced with Lothiriel never would and never could. Much like his uncle, when his wife died, if such ever happened to Lothiriel before he died, then he would more than willingly live with mere memories of her in his mind and the need to recall what it was like to have her asleep beside him, her breathing, soft and gentle yet as alluring as a siren’s call. Eomer was locked in such thoughts when Lothiriel began to stir, and merely cocked his head to the side when she moved swiftly and went to the other side of the barn.
“Have I angered you so, that you know longer recognize me?” He asked in a weary sounding voice, his long golden hair falling over his face, as he turned it towards her, “only ever two people, you and I, Lothie, I have done a most stupid thing.” Really talking about banishing all her ladies, but truly since Lothiriel had seen him twice in compromising positions with the same lady, well she could well think he was talking of something quite, quite different.