Éomer Éadig (third_marshal) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-15 01:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who: Éomer & Lothíriel
What: Discussing Freda! Cause Lothíriel's freaking out about her.
Where: Their shared rooms
When: Evening, after Freda's arrival.
Warnings | Status: Low | in progress
Éomer set a plate of food down before Lothíriel, and with it a single glass of wine. True to the doctor's orders she was not permitted to drink ale or other alcohol, but he'd decided to substitute for an alcohol that hadn't been included on the list of forbidden drinks. And the food? Well, it was typical of the meal they'd eat in Rohan, a hearty food source to give her strength, energy and probably make her gain weight. The last Éomer couldn't care about in any sense of the word as long as she and the baby remained healthy.
He could tell she was upset though, and he knew the reason for it. Freda had arrived, against all odds and understanding. The one person whom Éomer had loved, but also had no desire to see again. That wasn't entirely true, he had been concerned in the early days of the war for her fate, but after it had ended they had merely gone separate ways. And separate ways took them along different paths and different fates. She was his responsibility though--he was the King of Rohan--and she Rohirric, and he couldn't leave her out to die. No indeed. Not if he could offer her comfort and support as a small group that they were.
But his wife was troubled, and Éomer knew he must discover what truly ate at her and get her to understand that nothing was going to change. She should have trusted him. It hurt that she thought him so cruel and flippant. So shameless and superficial.
He frowned and sat down beside his wife.
"Eat," he said, "you have hardly touched a thing all day," he brushed aside his own emotion for the moment, knowing full well what he felt didn't matter just this second. This was about her and so it was her he would focus on.