She looked down. "I knew that you would feel that way about it, and that I was making too much of it. However, I took the people here in Rohan even laughing at me." She looked down at herself, her little pouch in her stomach from the forming baby she did not know of sitting there. Her dresses were starting to get tighter in the midriff area, and she hated it. She hardly ever ate, and when she was eating for the most part it just came back up after a while. "Look at me. I thought they were laughing at their new dowdy, porky Queen saying that Deorwine let alone you shouldn't be with me." She looked up briefly at Eomer, then back down her self consciousness showing again.
Now Lothiriel really wasn't all as fat as she thought she was. Really the only place that looked a bit plump was her mid-section, and her breasts, which fairly popped out of her dresses now. However, if she knew why all this was she would be less upset about it and maybe even be proud of whatever growing mid-section and breasts she had for it heralded the coming of something that Eomer and her had made together from their love. Though she did not know so what her Counselors said about her becoming fat and dowdy hurt. Her arms, chest, face, back legs, were all skin and bone, the only place that showed any type of shape or possible fatness were where they baby would be or what was made for the baby later.
Lothiriel's head remained down when she heard his question about her changes. "Partly yes, I did not understand why you were avoiding me, and I didn't know what to do. I still think you grew tired of your fat Queen, but you say and act otherwise. Then I have your people wanting me to change you every second of every day. I don't want to, I love you the way you are, ALLLL of you. Even your more uncouth ways, to my people, especially those parts. Those are the parts that have intrigued me about you ever since I was little. I love the way you are..." She trailed off. "But because of your distance, and the rumors I have been distancing myself from you too. I didn't want to bother you if you didn't want to be with me." Her eyes finally looked up and held his. As always he could see, as always down to her very soul, and what he saw was hurt, confusion, and most of all great love that shone even through the dullness of her illness, weakness from lack of eating and involuntary expulsion of her food, and just the stress of everything that was going on around her.