He found her in the archives of the City, but this time there were no scrolls or books open before her.
"Béma," he heard her whisper. "Béma. Béma!"
"Lothíriel, what are you doing?"
Éomer laughed as she jumped in her seat, blushing. "I was trying to make it sound convincing. Like when you say it."
"When I suggested that you should learn the language of the Mark, that's not what I had in mind."
"Oh," she mumbled, her brows furrowed. "But it seems to be a staple in your vocabulary. I thought I might need it, too, when I live in Rohan."
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