Who: Eomer, Lothiriel, Aragorn What: Finally posting the other part of that wedding log, which got lost in the depths. But at least the smut is glossed over? When: Likely, about a month ago, ME time. (directly after the first part of the wedding log posted weeks ago) Where: Citadel, Minas Tirith. Later the inn room!
Eomer: *still WAITING for the PAPERWORK and not going anywhere*
Lothi: ::likewise. wonders if king got...distracted::
Eomer: Where did he go, anyway?
Lothi: ...do you think he might have...gone and gotten distracted >.>
Eomer: If he's gone and gotten distracted, i'm half tempted to poke my head out the window and shout for him to stop playing kissy-face and get back here. >.<
Lothi: ::laughs and kisses Eomer:: We could play kissy-face 'til he returns... ::grins impishly::
Eomer: *grins* *pulls her over onto his lap*
Lothi: ::resists the urge to straddle his lap. barely::
Eomer: *definitely plays kissy-face* *rohirric style!* *with lots of making out*
Lothi: ::loves the making out!::
Eomer: *could do this all day, even though he'd rather marry her so he can do other stuff >.>*
Lothi: ::likewise >.>::
Aragorn: >.> *slips back in with paperwork*
Eomer: *hasn't noticed, too busy making out with future!wife*
Lothi: ::making out like whoa::
Eomer: *blinks, breaks the kiss off, ducks his head around Lothi's, grins at Aragorn*
Lothi: ::blinks at Aragorn. grins::
ARagorn: *slides the papers towards them* Review these, please?
Eomer: *reaches his hand around Lothiriel and grabs the papers up* *squints at the writing for a while*
Lothi: ::reads over the paper and glances at Eomer::
Eomer: ... It's written in ... I have no idea, are you sure that's Westron?
Lothi: ::kisses Eomer's cheek::
Eomer: *grins at Lothi, a bit sheepishly* Does it sound official enough for you and your father?
Eomer: *reads, but shit... that's like Mordor's equivalent of legalese*
Papers: *are written in Quenya, Sindarin, AND Westron. In triplicate. So detailed and concise Boromir would be proud*
Lothi: ::looks like it could make her eyes cross:: Yes. I definitely think so.
Eomer: Where do we sign? And ... what do they actually mean? There aren't any hidden agendas in here, like "Aragorn gets to call on Eomer to kiss his arse forever" or anything, right?
Lothi: ::chuckles::
Eomer: *figures Eothain would ask that kind of thing, too >.>*
Lothi: I don't think it says that, no.
Eomer: Good. I'm going to get teased enough for this as it is, without having to stop at Minas Tirith to kiss Aragorn's arse every month. *laughs*
Aragorn: Why, I would never put in such things *feigns eyedartyness, and laughs*
Eomer: You thought about it, you ass. *chuckles* *eyes Lothiriel* I mean ... Aragorn Your Kinglyness. *nods*
ARagorn: *smirks*
Lothi: ::beams::
Aragorn: *marriage? Is srs bsns* Marriage is something that is for a life time.
Eomer: *does not know how Lothi puts up with him*
Eomer: *nods* *gets down to business with the serious face*
Lothi: ::loves him. gets serious as well::
Aragorn: *nods his head*
Aragorn: *gives them their vows, tells them to kiss and sign the papers, and shoos them the fuck out!*
Lothi: ::yay!::
Papers: *get signed!*
Vows: *get taken!*
Wedding Night: *happens!*
Eomer: *is all curled up with Lothiriel, had a very NICE wedding night*
Eomer: *kisses* I will get you a ring.. and when we're more comfortable with this, I can announce you Queen. *smiles at her* We might want to wait until we're ready to leave, though.... that really depends on how you think your father will take this.
Lothi: ::smiles and strokes his cheek:: He will probably insist on a wedding feast, at least. Or try. He might want us to go to Dol Amroth. ::nuzzles:: I look forward to wearing your ring, my love...and being your Queen. ::kisses::
Eomer: *giggles a bit, then realises he's giggling and eyedarts*
Lothi: ::grins and pats his chest:: I won't tell anyone that you giggle sometimes. I think it's cute.
Eomer: Well so long as you don't TELL anyone that the King of Rohan giggles ... or has a secret soft side.. I suppose that's alright. *pulls her closer to him, nuzzles her*
Eomer: *caresses at her, still a bit worried..... about the future, and her father killing him, EOTHAIN killing him... and her, as well* *has no idea how to ask her if she's still hurting, without blushing profusely*
Lothi: ::is a little sore, but not actually hurting anymore. the whole...flood of endorphins part helped. nuzzles his neck and nips gently:: I promise not to tell anyone... ::rubs his chest in lazy circles::
Eomer: *grins lazily, purrs* I love you, Lothiriel. *groans happily* So far.... *eyes her, winks* ... this being married thing? Is ... just not as horrible as Eothain paints it.
Lothi: ::smiles:: I love you, Eomer. And I for one rather like it. Your friend Eothain is just...a wild stalion that fears having only one rider. ::blushes SO HARD at that analogy. but still moves her hand down to rub lazy circles on his stomach::
Eomer: *actually does a double-take to see if that's REALLY Lothiriel that just said that, then laughs* You know... I bet you're right.
Lothi: ::griiins. is still quite red, though::
Eomer: I don't think I'll mind having only one rider. *winks at her* I never got ridden that often, anyway, truth be told. But I would just rather it was you.
Lothi: ::is glad he was never as promiscuous as Eothain:: I am glad... ::lets hand rest on his thigh::
Eomer: *grins, tugs her on top of him, and kisses her*
Lothi: ::kisses back and straddles him::
Eomer: *twinkles his eyes at her*
Lothi: ::smiles down at him::
Eomer: *runs his hands over her*
Lothi: ::shivers. grinds against him a little::
Eomer: *eyedarts, grinds back, grins*
Lothi: ::bites lip, grins, and grinds more firmly::
Eomer: *pulls her down for a very, very inviting and hungry kiss, which is also very suggestive of what they're about to do for the next hour or so >.>*
Lothi: ::kisses back hungrily. and yep, they'll totally be busy for the next hour or so.::