1. First Meetings
(Field of Cormallon.)
My father walked up to me with a man whom I recognized from Amrothos' description. The new king of Rohan.
"Not now father," I sighed. "I told you, no more of the ridiculous eligible bachelor speeches, or I am going to pour this wine on your head. I'm sure you haven't forgotten what happened last time."
"This is not going to be so," he promised. "I hope your brothers have told you about him. This is Èomer King. Èomer, this is my daughter, Lothíriel. She is my youngest child. Be wary of her, while I sort out an argument with Faramir and Elfhelm."
"Of course Imrahil," he said courteously. "Lady Lothíriel, will you dance with me?"
"Well, anything to get away from these drunkards," I gesture to my too-drunk brother, who had his head resting on the table, snoring softly.
"Amrothos?" the Rohirric king asked amused and smiling.
"Naturally," I took his hand and stood up. "He always has to become unconscious before leaving a party. How many cups of wine did you have?"
"Why such a blunt question?" he twitched a smile.
"I have no intention of dancing with a man who has two left feet or had far too many mugs of ale," I declared to him.
"I have neither qualities Lady," he twirled me around. "So I expect to be a better dancer than some men here."
"Like my brother?"
"Yes, exactly so," he agreed. "Have you heard about the rumours about my new position as King?"
"Which rumours?" I queried him. "The new King of Rohan needs a wife or that you are just here to criticise our horses and cavalry discipline?"
"Both," he shrugged.
The music slowed to a stop.
"What amazes me," I said. "Is what these people believe and how far they can stretch such a small piece of information?"
"Come, I will serve us both a drink," he ushered me to the drinks table.
"My thanks Èomer King," I sipped at my wine. "Why did my father introduce me to you anyway?"
"I want to put a question onto you," he said slowly. "Rohan is in hard times. My people have a King, but no Queen."
"What are you saying my lord?" I asked him, completely taken a back.
"I put forward to you the question of becoming my wife," he said.
At that moment I ran, ran outside into the growing mist. Shock, anxiety, fear, ran through my veins, how could I have responded except to run?
"My lady!" he called out after me, following me only to the door.
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