It was Eomer’s turn to laugh this time, as she began to talk about being plump, he’d of course noticed, but he had also noticed how sunken in her cheeks had became, how slim her wrists and birdlike. Reaching out and sitting her more firmly on his lap, he ran his arms around her and rested both of his large strong hands upon her stomach, as the side of his face lightly grazed against the top most part of her own. “Lothie, you are a silly goose. You are not fat, you are beautiful and men that call you dowdy, have a good many problems with their eye sight.” Lightly brushing his lips in a lazy way against her temple. Though the cogs were beginning to turn in his head, he’d already written to Lothiriel’s father once, and knew it would still be some time before his messenger would arrive in Dol Amroth, yet it seemed to him, these men her father had entrusted to take care of his daughter were doing a very shoddy job indeed and vowed to make certain that when he was in the palace he would not leave her side. He actually could banish them, but believed he’d probably already insulted Dol Amroth enough by sending all the ladies in waiting back there.
“I have already made Wedia the King’s elder and until I have more time, I can not appoint any others, but I promise to you, that I shall make sure they shall not bother you again for a single moment. All business that Rohan wishes to send your way, will come only from Lady Wedia from this day forward,” realizing he needed to tell her that he had already written to her father of his concerns as far as those that were meant to be protecting their princess’s rites and yet seemed to be infringing upon them, and sucking the life from her.
“Lothie I have a confession to make, my last time here, I was so concerned for you and your health, and from things I heard from various sources, that I wrote to your father and asked him to come to Rohan to see to his ambassadors. I see them running you down, I see you deteriorating in front of my eyes, both physically and mentally, as if they are tearing you apart right before me and there is nothing I can do to prevent them.” He had not wished to say any of this, because he was assuming the whole switching off process would happen and she would once more decide to go silent on him after giving him a little speech about needing to be a good queen, and being strong and all that stuff, which continually baffled him, for he knew she was all of those things.
“I am going to write to him again, even though the messenger has not had time to reach him, I feel there is nothing I can do and my hands are tied, for I do not wish to insult Dol Amroth more than I have already, yet I want my queen to be healthy and strong, and I want to see her smile return to her face, and these men, seem to be driving it further and further from her, “ leaning his head down a little, kissing the nape of her neck, “beautiful,” another soft caressing kiss following, “alluring,” a few more kisses, “tempting, face.” He was becoming a little too aroused, he’d missed her too much and more than just the week and half he had been away, so he lifted his head quickly and let his fingers slip slowly from her stomach and sit lightly on her hands.