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Author Topic: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019  (Read 1656 times)

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Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« on: April 30, 2017, 10:06:09 PM »
The utter chaos that had descended upon the city of Minas Tirith had subsided, if only for a moment. The echoing of war drums, the shouts and screams of fighting warriors and death...it had all passed on now, leaving the tiered city buzzing only now with the preparation for what was to come--soldiers sharpening blades, readying arrows and bolts, tacking horses and preparing for the battle that lay ahead of them. The wounded had been brought in and out of the Houses of Healing to tend to their injuries, the healers and apprentices busy throughout the night and into the early morning once the battle on Pelennor had been won. The most grievously injured were given priority in the houses, the more advanced and skilled healers tending to the wounds while giving orders for those who would not pass to be made as comfortable as possible. Those whose wounds required small tending were given to the apprentices, bandages and salves being used up quicker than they could be supplied, it seemed.

The princess was no healer, not by any means, but the healer who had been tending to her since her arrival in the city had agreed to not evacuate the princess at her own behest. She was now just on the mend from her own wounds and allowing the woman out of her hands was perilous, at least in the healer's mind. So Lothíriel had stayed behind, given the duty of tending to the less complicated wounds of soldiers who made their way through the quarters. She could stitch and bandage wounds with no supervision, and like the other healers, the young woman had been given that task at first. When men were brought in whose injuries could not be tended, she was given the task of giving them a soothing drink to keep them calm and sedated as they succumbed to their wounds. Gondorian or Rohirrim, it did not matter, and so the young woman moved among the men, whispering words of comfort to them in their final hours.

She had little news from her own family, although she knew they were in the city and had been part of the battle. Injured or dying, soldiers talked, and what the woman gleaned from them was that the battle had been hopeless until the horse-lords came, that the Rohirrim had ridden in with death on their lips and turned the tides for the people of Gondor. Many were slain and lost--the King of Rohan fell to the Lord of the Nazgûl, who was then slain by the king's niece.

A woman...in battle. The news had stunned Lothíriel, but she knew it was not truly surprising for the women of Rohan to fight. They trained as shieldmaidens, after all. To hear the stories that spread now, of the woman who now rest within those houses, drawn from the darkness by the future king...it was inspiring.

There had been little rest for any of those in the Houses of Healing, including the Princess. Every person on hand had been needed from the moment the injured were brought forth, no matter their training or their skill set. The healers were just now dwindling down the numbers brought to them, weary and exhausted to the point that few made it to the housing provided to them outside of the healing ward for the rest they needed. The young Dol Amrothian had found herself napping in one of the herb closets earlier, awoken only by the sound of someone opening the door and yelping in surprise at finding her there. She had sat down for only a moment of rest, she thought, but it seemed her body had other plans. The young healer had insisted she actually go find rest, citing the princess' own well-being in healing as a factor, and while she wanted to argue, Lothíriel couldn't. Her wounds ached now, phantom pains drug back by memories she had been trying to push away since she woke up.

"Go rest now, Princess," the young healer urged as she gently guided the younger woman up and out of the closet. The door was shut behind the two, and the princess moved out to find her guard to escort her to the family home as the healer moved down the hall to go back to her rounds.

She moved down the hall, her gait slower due to weariness and the limp she now possessed. Her intent was to find Berelmor, but distracted by weariness and the pain she now felt, her mind wandered. Without truly paying attention, she bumped into a larger form in the hall, reaching out to grab the arm to keep from falling over. "Forgive me!" came the apology, her gaze moving up to the form she had just bumped into and had used as a brace. Before her stood a soldier, a man of Rohan; little did she know exactly who the man before her was. "I am tired, my lord, forgive me for bumping into you." Her hand released the clothing of his tunic she had grabbed and moved to smooth out a wrinkle in the healer's robes she wore as her gaze took him in. "Do you need help?" she asked without even thinking about it.
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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #1 on: May 01, 2017, 04:24:14 AM »
Eomer had managed to calm down from the sheer panic when he thought his sister was dead to simple worry now that he knew that she was alive but still in danger from her wounds. He couldn't lose her not so soon after losing his uncle and cousin. She was his only current flesh and blood and his little sister. He had sworn to protect her and he had nearly failed her. Of course, part of that was her fault for not listening to he and their uncle to stay behind and lead their people in his and Theoden's absence.

His thoughts paused on that while he headed towards the Houses of Healing to see how Eowyn was doing. His uncle was dead, leaving him to lead Rohan. He was to be their King, something he had never thought of, and after Theodred's death he assumed he'd have time. But the last few months had been trying for everyone and yet everything might be for naught if the One Ring carried by Merry's friend Frodo was not destroyed.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, it was no surprise when Eomer bumped into someone, or was it that they bumped into him? He reached out a steadying hand to them, since they were slight enough that he was barely upset. ”Pardon.” His tones were just slightly clipped but mostly because he was eager to see his sister. He nodded shortly at her apology and raised an eyebrow at her apparent appraisal of his form. She offered help and he hestitated, realizing that he had no idea where Eowyn was. ”I am looking for my sister. She was among the wounded during the latest battle.” There was a slight disapproving tone in his voice, that was combined with a good amount of awe and pride in her that he couldn't keep out of his voice.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #2 on: May 01, 2017, 03:09:40 PM »
The quick glance Lothíriel had given Éomer was done with little thought behind it. She was looking for blood, for an injury, or anything that would need tending to by a healer or herself. The man was so much taller than she was...and his look was...well, he looked like he had seen battle. Something else was etched into the lines of his face, though, and before he mentioned sister, the younger woman noted worry and concern on his features, the same look she had seen on her own brothers' faces when she awoke from the darkness those months ago. When the word sister finally registered with her, she took a small step back, actually taking in the man before her now.

His armor was different from the other mens', a little more ornate and intricate in detail, a richer color than most despite the scarring from having been in battle. His hair was the same golden color of his comrades, although it looked a little dirty, but she could not tell if that was from the battle or the natural coloring of his hair. She had caught a glimpse of the Lady Éowyn as the woman was being brought into the Houses, and now, as she looked at the man a little more closely, she could see the resemblance. Under different circumstances, she might have found the man attractive, but at this moment, he was a soldier on a mission, and she was a tired woman who needed rest.

Luckily, Lothíriel had grabbed at the cloth at the arm of his tunic to keep from tumbling, but Éomer had reached a hand out to steady her when they bumped into one another as well. She was not sure who was actually at fault, but apologizing was easier than accusing, especially in her sleep-deprived state. The robes she wore were colored a robin's egg blue, and while it was a pale color that suited her usually, it did little to help alleviate the paleness of her skin now or diminish the darkness of the circles under her eyes. Once steady on her feet, and going through the rooms in her mind, she looked down the hall, past him, motioning with her hand. "I believe the Lady Éowyn is down there. I am not too certain, though, Éomer-King."

The Houses had been in chaos throughout the night, and while the chaos had settled, it was hard to remember just where everyone was now. Faramir was in his own room, that much she knew, and Éowyn had been placed in her own as well, but Lothíriel couldn't remember just where they were housing the new Steward and the White Lady (as she was now being referred to). She looked back up at Éomer then. "I can show you to the room I think she is in, if you wish."

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #3 on: June 01, 2017, 01:08:22 AM »
Eomer was only partly aware that he was likely very recognizable, and so too was his sister. There were few Rohirrim that reached his height, which was due to his grandmother Morwen Steelsheen’s Numenorean heritage. So he was only slightly surprised when the healer recognized him as being Eomer (though his title as King was surprising). Yet he only partly heard her words, since he seemed to be in a trance once he really got to look at her. She was pretty, if one ignored the tired look about her. Of course, as King of Rohan, he had certain expectations about his marriage, and pining after a pretty healer was out of the question.

So he mentally shook his head. ”You have me at a disadvantage, milady, for you know my name but I do not know yours.” His mind however was already thinking about the possibilities of the future. Sauron still needed to be defeated but there was no guarantee that Merry’s friends would succeed. And an outright attack was suicidal and stupid. But then her words about not knowing for sure hit his brain and made him raise an eyebrow. ”Perhaps someone else that does know where my sister is might be better?” Not that he wouldn’t mind some company. It had been sometime since he had last had conversation with someone that was not his sister or his men.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #4 on: June 05, 2017, 03:03:04 AM »
Lothíriel weighed the options of telling him her title during her own introduction - she had no doubt this man had fought beside her family, possibly had met her father and brothers, but she was not sure if the bonds between them ran deeper than the surface. If the princess did not look so gaunt, if her skin was not so pale and mottled with signs of weariness and illness, perhaps then the man before her would have seen the familial resemblance between Imrahil, his sons, and his daughter -  for now she resembled a walking wraith, a phantom of her former self whose face was masked with the shadows of the horrors she had survived.  Because of it all, the title princess felt...false, currently. With no one around to address her by her proper title anyway, and aware that it was of little importance whether he knew he was talking to a princess or a healer, she erred to the preference of being addressed in a more casual manner. "My name is Lothíriel, my King." Her head tilted slightly in acknowledging his comment recommending another show him the way, her eyes moving down the hall to assess the emptiness of the corridor. The healers had dispersed, moving among the rooms and tending to salves and dressings for the wounded, as well as food and rest for themselves.

"It might take some time to find someone to help you..." She trailed off, letting the idea sink in for a moment before her hand moved out to motion down the hall. "I do not believe they have moved the Lady Éowyn since last I heard, so I will show you to the room she was in during that time. If she has happened to have been moved, I will find another who knows more than I to guide you to her." Her words were not open to argue or even deny her offer nor were they firm and demanding. She began to move down the hall, her movements slow and stilted due to her limp. "Do you have wounds that need addressing?" she asked in an off-handed manner, knowing many still trickled in and out of the halls for tending to their injuries. She had not seen any on him, but men were quite capable of hiding injuries when they wished to.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #5 on: June 29, 2017, 04:39:10 AM »
It would seem the Gondorian woman before was not eager on giving him her name, though Eomer was not sure if she was purposefully being deceitful or if there was another reason she withheld her answer. He frowned at the thought that she might be someone who had reason to hide her identity, concerned about his sister's safety at the thought of someone of less than savory character being anywhere near her. She already had enough trouble with Grima Wormtongue, the evil seducer. At least Eomer would not have to worry about the snake stalking his sister's steps any longer.

But she did eventually say her name, giving it as Lothiriel. His brow furrowed in confused thought. Where had he heard that name before...? His eyes widened slightly but imperceptibly as he took in her feature more closely and where he had heard that name, hopefully putting two and two together. Prince Imrahil had mentioned he had a daughter named Lothliriel and now that he looked closely at her, he could see the family resemblance. ”You wouldn't happen to be Prince Imrahil's daughter by any chance, lady?” His tone was still a bit curt but mostly due to eagerness to see his sister, but his curiosity was evident.

His curiosity was strong enough to give a short nod about her words about not hearing that his sister had been moved. Even if she couldn't bring him to see Eowyn, at least the time might not be wasted. As he followed, slightly concerned about her limp, his mind without provocation started measuring her as a potential Queen of Rohan, if indeed she was Prince Imrahil's daughter. Her questions about wounds on himself made his attention snap to her, and away from dangerous thoughts about her suitability as a wife. ”The worse of my injuries are merely bruises and a few minor scratches, but thank you for your concern.” His gaze went to her legs. ”Are you in need of medical attention, milady, with that limp?”

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #6 on: June 29, 2017, 04:38:47 PM »
The idea that Lothíriel was of a less-than-savory character was not an uncommon thought that had passed through other's minds before it passed through Éomer's. So many of the young women of Gondor had decided early on that the sea princess was anything but a princess. She was uncouth, wild and free, and had little understandings of what being a lady meant. There was no love lost between the lord's daughters and Imrahil's child. She never corrected people in their beliefs - it was hard to change a person's mind once they were set. Some had come around, though...but those who stayed in the tiered city, who never strayed to the sea's edge, never understood where the wildness came from, how kind and caring the Dol Amrothian was - her spirit mirrored that of her people, of the waves she grew up in and the nature of the sea itself.

Usually soldiers not from Dol Amroth were unaware of her title and her rank among the people - it had been many, many years since the family of Imrahil had traveled together to spend any length of time in the city, after all. Those outside of Rohan knowing her face was even more unlikely than the soldiers; she had never ventured past the borders of Gondor, after all. There was an imperceptible shift in the tall man walking beside her: she could feel eyes on her, his attitude shift, the tone in his voice change.

When asked if she was Imrahil's daughter, the young woman nodded in acquiescence. "I am Imrahil's daughter, yes." She hoped she would not have to explain her own reasoning for not introducing herself as Princess Lothíriel of Dol Amroth - Éomer might not understand her own reasoning.

"I can tend to the scratches if need be. Even minor wounds can become more problematic if not tended to," she reminded him, her eyes moving up to meet with his as he asked about her own injuries. Her hand moved down to her leg; her lips turned down in a soft frown. "My wounds are old and on the mend, Éomer-King, but they are well and fine. It is only a matter of time before they are fully healed."

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #7 on: July 31, 2017, 04:38:14 AM »
So it seemed his guess was correct. And somewhere in the back of his head, he could hear several people's voices telling him that as King of Rohan, he had a duty to have a son, though preferably more than one in case something happened to the first son. But before he could truly become King, he would need to fulfill his promise to Aragorn to help to try and defeat Sauron and bring peace to Middle Earth. Yet there was part of him that yearned for companionship and dare he hope love of a wife, someone who could be a true Queen of Rohan. And such a potential candidate was before him.

He did briefly wonder at her hiding her identity, and considered asking her. But in the long run, it was likely none of his business as to why she would not want people to know who she was. And part of him wished that at times he could hide who he was and simply be a Rider of Rohan, rather than first nephew of the King of Rohan and now a king himself. Her offer to look after his wounds for some reason made him give a vague smile, touched by her concern. ”That will not be necessary. I had my wounds looked at not long after the battle was over.” Again he gave a slight smile, amused by his memory of the rough time he had given the healer, a man that knew him very well and how ill-tempered he was as a patient. ”Though if I am ever in need of a healer, you will be the first on my mind.” Was he flirting with her? He wasn't entirely sure. ”I will warn you however, my lady, I am an awful patient.” His smie, while not a full out grin, had grown a little bit.

He felt a pang of guilt for asking her about her limp when he saw her frown, even though he had no idea why it made her frown. ”I hope that it does heal quickly. I have had several horses with leg injuries and know well that they can take some time to heal.”

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #8 on: July 31, 2017, 03:59:37 PM »
Perhaps if ​​Lothíriel​ knew that ​​Éo​mer's thoughts drifted to marriage - to sizing her up as a potential candidate for Queen​ - she would not have been as affable as she was with him. She rebelled against the idea that she should be considered based solely on what she had to offer someone; indeed, most men who had pursued her prior to her betrothal had wanted her solely for the title that would come with her hand in marriage. Indeed, it was a good thing she did not know, for her nature stayed friendly instead of cold and distant.

​When he spoke of his wounds already being tended to, and of his nature as a patient, she only smiled. "If you come to me seeking a healer, you will be sorely dissatisfied​​​ in my skills or lack thereof. I can mend smaller wounds...but anything else is beyond my capacity." She had known from a young age how to tend to easier wounds: Telemanthea and Falthrial had never shied away from tending to injuries with the young princess around, so she knew how to easily stitch a wound and wrap injuries with skilled hands. When he warned her he was an awful patient, she chuckled. "My brothers and I are also awful patients. I am used to it."

Mentioning her family for the first time gave her pause, and after his expressed concern for her to hopefully heal quickly, she moved the subject forward, away from her health and well-being. "How are my father and brothers? Do you know?" To know they were safe...that is all she needed.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #9 on: September 01, 2017, 12:22:08 AM »
While some might find that political marriages were the way to go, he found them rather distasteful. Usually the woman had no say in her husband and he was not going to marry anyone against their will. There had been too much forcing of people to do things to last several lifetimes. No, if he was to marry, it would be for at least affection and mutual respect, which meant getting to know a person and perhaps wooing that lady. But as King of Rohan, he had certain expectations of who he should and shouldn't marry.

He kept his smile on, though he was still worried about his sister. ”I promise that I shall try not to get any serious wounds.” Perhaps that was flirting with her? He found that he didn't mind, though he was aware that he wanted to wait until either Sauron was defeated or else something happened to let his heart be open to those sorts of feelings. ”Must be a Gondor trait then.” His grandmother was from Gondor and he said it to tease her, eyes glinting with mischief briefly.

Lothiriel asked after her father and brothers. ”Last I saw of them, they were unhurt. Though admittedly, my heart and mind have been on other things.” His face grew full of sorrow and worry: sorrow for the loss of his uncle and worry for his sister, as well a little embarrassed that he could not give her a better answer.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #10 on: September 01, 2017, 05:06:39 PM »
The pace had been slow, but Lothíriel had finally turned down the hall where they were housing the less-critical patients who still required a watchful eye. Even if Éowyn and Faramir were better, were drawn from the darkness, the healers always insisted to keep an eye on their wards. At least, the princess hoped this was where they were housing such patients. So much had gone on in the hours of the beginning of the battle until its end, and the Houses and healers had been thrown into utter chaos. If they had moved anyone to a different part of the Houses, Lothíriel was unaware.

When Éomer teased about awful patients being a Gondor trait, she could not help but laugh a little at it. "I am not sure if it is a Gondorian trait or more of a Dol Amrothian trait, Éomer-King. They say we sea-folk are as stubborn as the water with salt-water in our veins." She smiled good-naturedly, though, aware of his teasing. Lothíriel had, of course, heard worse things about her people, but she never took the words of others to heart. Those not raised by the sea, those who did not have the sea in their veins, did not quite understand the nature of the people who lived there.​​

​​While he felt he did not give a sufficient answer, it was all Lothíriel​ needed to hear. To know her father and brothers were safe, to know they were alive was comfort enough. She knew they were not wounded - they had not come into the Houses, after all. But the fallen...she knew there had been many slain on the fields below, many whose lives ended in the midst of darkness and despair. A hand moved out to gently pat his arm, a reassurance, a small comfort in his own time of desapir. "I am merely glad to know they are unhurt. Thank you."

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #11 on: October 01, 2017, 04:49:49 AM »
Eomer was aware that patients were often moved, especially when their condition either got better or worse. And Eomer knew that Eowyn hadn't gotten worse, or at least hadn't perished since someone would have told him. But, as he considered things, if he couldn't find her, his time here wasn't totally wasted. He had met Lothiriel and found her pleasant company. Of course, he hoped he could see his sister, and try not to be too angry with her for disobeying him and their uncle. For some reason, he wasn't terribly surprised that Eowyn had done this.

He was immeasurably pleased when she laughed at his words about Gondorian's being horrible patients, glad to make her laugh and finding her laugh to be pleasant. ”My grandmother was originally from Belfalas so that maybe why I am such a troublesome patient.” He got many things from Morwen Steelsheen besides his height. He was often told that he was much like her, except for his hair color. Her words about salt-water in her veins made him thoughtful. ”It is said that Rohan appears like a sea of grass, so perhaps the Rohrrim's blood is filled with manure?” This last was said with considerable humor and he smiled a little more at her.

She seemed to be glad of his limited knowledge that her brother's and father were safe and he couldn't help the pang that her family had made it out of this relatively unscathed and his had not. Theodred and Theoden-king were both dead and his sister had nearly died. A hand patting his arm brought him out of his morose thoughts and he gave her an odd look as he felt almost like a jolt go up his arm from that simple touch. He inclined his head at her thanking him, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #12 on: October 03, 2017, 03:59:42 PM »
The hall they had gone down was quiet, and Lothíriel had to wonder for a moment if the patients resting in the rooms were now sleeping. It did not matter much if they were - the man by her side wished to see his sister, and she had brought him there to see her. She looked between two of the doors, trying to recall where the healers said they had moved the shieldmaiden to in passing conversations. Before she could recall or even respond to Éomer's joke, a voice down the hall drew her attention behind them.

"Princess, you should not still be here." At the end of the hall, moving toward them was an older man, grey bearded and grey of hair, dressed in armor that bore the sigil of Dol Amroth. His skin was dark due to his days spent in sun and on sea, his face worn but kind. At his side moved a healer, who was frowning at the princess and eyeing the man at her side.

Lothíriel frowned a moment but nodded, aware she was supposed to be resting and not gallivanting around the halls with the King of Rohan. She looked up to Éomer then, smiling. "It seems we must part ways now, Éomer-King. I am sure the healer will be more helpful than I have in finding your sister." Bowing her head slightly, she moved back to the guard, taking his offered arm. "Perhaps we will meet again on a brighter day and in merrier times, Éomer-King," came her parting words as Berelmor lead her back down the hall slowly. "Fair winds and following seas." The princess disappeared around the corner with her parting goodbye, the healer who took her place now ushering him to where his sister was currently residing.

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Re: Chance meetings in the Houses...| 17 March T.A. 3019
« Reply #13 on: October 04, 2017, 04:24:48 AM »
It would appear that they were drawing close to the end of their journey if Lothiriel's pausing in front of a pair of doors was any indication. The fact that she looked between them showed that she was not entirely sure which one held his sister and he patiently waited for her to decide which was more likely, eager to see Eowyn yet not terribly in a hurry to leave the Princess of Dol Amroth's company, though his exact reasoning was not entirely clear to him at the moment. He was sure in the coming days, he could sort out exactly why he was less than eager to leave her company but not now.

She looked as though she were planning on responding to his joke about the people of Rohan being filled with manure but the approach of someone stopped her. He gave the older man a measured look, taking it what he recognized as the colors of Dol Amroth. Along with him came a healer who was frowning at Lothiriel and eyeing him. Eomer gave the princess an amused glance at being scolded, apparently she should have left some time again. Of course, along with his amusement came a shot of guilt for being the one to hold her here.

She smiled up at him and for a moment it seemed the world stood still for Eomer and he on impulse grabbed her hand and pressed a lingering kiss on it after she explained she should leave him to a healer to find his sister, Eowyn temporarily not at the forefront of his thoughts. ”Milady.” Her greeting about seeing him again had him nodding in agreement and he stared after her for a few long moments after she went around the corner, startling when the healer he had been left with cleared their throat. He followed her to see Eowyn but his mind was still for some reason on Lothiriel and how she managed to strike him dumb a few times in the short time he knew her.

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