WHO: Éomer and Lothíriel WHAT: Discovering Meduseld WHEN: Thursday night WHERE: Walking, and in Meduseld WARNINGS: Talk of miscarriage STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Even though it was now evening, the heat had reached the point that Éomer and Lothíriel were becoming terribly uncomfortable in the tiny apartment with its one window. So soon after dark, the two of them had decided to go for a walk, to exercise Firefoot a bit. Maybe, if they found someplace nice, and safe, they would end up spending the night there, enjoying eachother's company.
She still didn't trust Firefoot, so she was walking on the other side of Éomer than the horse, her arm locked in his. She was wearing a sheer white shirt that left very little to the imagination, her pink bra showing fashionably through, and very short shorts that were almost covered by her top. Her hair was still in the clubbed ponytail that she had been wearing earlier. The night was much more comfortable than the apartment had been, and she had regained a bit of a spring in her step as she looked up at her husband.
"I think we should certainly spend the night out here," she said cheerfully. "It's far more comfortable."