Who: Eomer npc Deorwine, Kalina, OT Lothiriel Where: Edoras When: Day of Eomer's return What: Strange goings on ... again o_0
The journey back to Edoras had been a silent one. Deorwine, had little to any clue why Eomer was locked in such a dark and brooding mood, he realized he had a lot on his mind, but the fact that his friend and king had not uttered any words to him at all, made him feel less than easy. He’d tried to get him to talk over what was troubling him, only to have one of the dark looks passed his way, so since then, Deorwine had remained silent too. They were nearing the walled city of Edoras and the gates were already opening, word had been sent back that they had had men lost in the fracas. The bodies only having been returned but a few days before Eomer and Deorwine returned. The lack in numbers caused some stir also, as this did not bode well as far as those that watched the city and were experienced in battle were concerned. It meant, peace was not as peaceful as they had once not so very long ago hoped. The bugles went off to herald the arrival of the King, and those in the stables began to get more active.
A messenger was sent to inform the queen’s champion of the king’s arrival, only he was stopped by a group of Elders, not that on this occasion that had actually planned to make anything worse than it was already, indeed they had been ‘set up’ by the Dol Amroth ambassadors, as much as both Lothiriel and Eomer were being. They had been told the young queen was terribly ill, by one of the more low ranking of the Dol Amroth people and thus been asked ‘politely’ to prevent the messenger from arriving at the queen’s chambers. Which the silly old men were managing to do quite well.
Deorwine’s wife was of course bustling around and waiting for her husband, so as both he and Eomer got further into the city and nearer to the stables, she was not exactly hard to miss, her belly so full of the child she was expecting. Eomer finally muttered to his companion, “dismount, I shall make sure your horse is well looked after, go to your wife.” Deorwine did not need too much encouragement, so got off of his horse and left Eomer to do what he may. He would have normally thought on the matter, but due to Eomer’s less than friendly mood he was more than relieved to leave his company at that moment.
Upon reaching the stables, Eomer dismounted from Firefoot, and was going to groom him, only the stable hands were out and about in large numbers and the head stable hand found the need to inform him, that the queen seemed mightily ill. Which did put Eomer’s mind to rest slightly as to why she had not been present, but not completely. He realized he had not addressed the matter of the stupid female on the day he left and wondered if she would be angry at him about such, time however he assumed would give him his answer.
He made his way from the stables, only to have himself accosted by the very same female. Her hair shone as if it had stars woven in its fabric, she had a beauty all of her own, not that Eomer truly noticed it as he was far too enamoured with his wife to notice such things. His face became angry as his eyes wandered too her, wondering why she was still there, for he had told her to leave. Not that he probably had any right to dismiss one of the queens ladies in waiting, but still he couldn’t careless. The woman was an annoyance and very probably one of ill breeding that should not be around Lothiriel anyway, at least in Eomer’s opinion. Yet she came to him and she curtsied. All smiles and sighs, again annoying to the young king.
When she rose from the curtsy, she looked up into his blue eyes and managed a fake blush, lowering her eyes quickly, whilst putting on a submissive little voice, hoping this would work better than her original approach. “My king, the queen has sent me to greet you.” She said managing to make herself stumble a little over the words, before she once more looked up into his face.
“Indeed?” Eomer said coldly to her, about ready to just go marching past her, but she’d said Lothiriel had sent her, so he assumed he should listen to what she had to say.
False blushing going on all the more, “yes Sire, she wondered if maybe I could pleasure you, for she has little desire to do such herself.”
She had just pushed things far too much, as Eomer’s face grew all the more angry, his body tensing visibly, though unless you were directly looking at him the way he tensed could well be construed as something else.
Kalina realizing that yet again she had done or acted in away that the King seemed less than impressed with, decided to go for the more direct approach yet again. For truly she knew that he and the queen had not been being intimate before he left and a man with no woman was pliable and ready and willing to take another in their stead. Obviously she hadn’t been around many men that actually loved their wives. Getting close to him, she pressed her body teasingly against his, and whispered softly up to him, “I could make you very, very happy.”
It seemed ludicrous to Eomer, but still, let her play her ridiculous games, so he stood where he was and peered down at her face, though to all sense and purposes his head was lowered and it very well could look as though he were peering at her cleavage. “Really?” He replied in a less obvious angry tone, some of it being hidden, some of it being used to fool the woman into believing he had some kind of interest in her. Which only made for Kalina to press herself more firmly against his lean muscular frame. “And the queen told you to do this?” Came next from his mouth, he couldn’t believe Lothiriel would ask such a thing of someone, and especially not this female, but however he’d let her play her game for a while longer. Even if Lothiriel were tired of him, and did think him a brute as her ambassadors had told him, then he quite honestly could not see her sending another woman to put up with his ‘barbaric’ behaviour either.
“Oh yes Sire,” she said as she slipped one of her delicate looking arms around his neck her finger tips lightly playing over the back of his neck. Her lips full and ready as she once more looked up into his face, keeping them parted in a kiss me kind of way. Making sure to just lightly grind her lower body against his in a suggestive way.
Firm breasts, pressed up against his lower chest, and now the grinding against his lower body, really didn’t make for a happy Eomer, if it were his wife doing such, then they would not be standing there any longer, only it was not. Plus Eomer had no experience really of dealing with this kind of female, he’d thought he’d know what to do, but now she was acting all the more the seductress, well his temper was about to snap.
So his hand drifted slowly up her back, and he cocked his head to the side, and whispered in her ear, just before he grabbed a fistful of her hair, “you dear lady are nothing but a trumped up whore, and I am sure my wife knows nothing of your behaviour where I am concerned.”
Kalina laughed at that, thinking he was now interested even though she was aware of his fingers tangling in her hair, “but still a little fun whether she knows or not, will only make for a better reunion between you both will it not?” She purred out, whilst retrieving her arm that had been about his neck and lowering it between their bodies where she lay the flat of her hand against his crotch and sighed, “well my, why aren’t we ready to play just yet?”
Eomer did not bother replying to her, instead wrenched her away from him whilst keeping hold of her hair, “the only kind of fun one has with woman like you is this.” He snapped out angrily and proceeded to drag her down and out of the main courtyard, through the city, and then to the gates. If Lothiriel had arrived in any time up until then, well it would have looked as if Eomer had been encouraging the interaction. Kalina did begin to protest, as she literally had never been treated in such a way before, but the more she protested the quicker Eomer marched and the more firmly he kept hold of her hair, until the reached the city’s gates and he tossed her clean outside of them.
Looking up at the guards he snapped, “do not permit her to enter Edoras again. Send word to Lady Wedia to fetch the sluts belongings and have one of the men escort her out of Rohan.”