Lothíriel, Queen of Rohan | Lord of the Rings (queenofrohan) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-03-26 03:49:00 |
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WHO: Lothíriel and Éomer
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: The woods, by the stream
WHAT: Reuniting at last
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
At last! Lothíriel was brimming with joy as she...walked as fast as she could down the shore of the stream. He had arrived! She was no longer alone, trapped here with only her father to tell her in a thousand different ways how much she annoyed him. He did not understand how the last eight months had changed her. She had found herself, deep inside, hidden under all the strict etiquette of Gondor. Hidden behind the girl who had believed her only purpose was to be pretty and silent.
Of course, there was etiquette to follow in Rohan too. Certainly! She was Queen, and as such her people looked up to her. She had to provide an example. But the last beloved lady of Rohan had been Éowyn, and she was far from being the wilting flower that Lothíriel herself had been raised to appear. She felt so free. She could laugh as she wished. Kiss her husband in public. Cry if she was saddened. And at night, in the soft, warm grasses of the Westemnet, with the stars as her blanket, she found peace and love at well.
She could not explain this to her father. First, she doubted he cared enough to listen. And he was Gondorian, born and bred. He would not understand the joy that was running through tall grasses, or learning to ride her mare. He would think her joys were little more than inappropriate and childish, although Éomer never seemed to mind. And she would never do anything that upset him. She loved him so!
The trees around the stream opened into a small clearing, and there he was, beside his horse, just as he should be. Ai, but he was beautiful. She wondered how Lúthien had felt when she had seen Beren in the woods. Like this, perhaps.
She moved into the clearing, but kept her distance from the horse she was certain was plotting her imminent demise, and dropped into a deep curtsey.
"My lord," she said softly. "I have found you at last."