One year later, I found myself in the midst of an argument. I was watching Èomer and his men going through sword drills, as I usually did in the afternoon, when Elfhelm suggested that Èomer should get me to verse him in a friendly dual. I protested at first, and held firm.
"No!" I yelled, as he gently tugged in my arm to the middle of the yard. "No! I can't do it!"
"Yes you can!" he smiled. "I've seen you wield a sword myself."
"But that was against orcs, not you!" I put forward. "That was only in self-defence and to protect my home."
"I did that nearly every day during the war," he shrugged.
"This is different Èomer!" I looked at Elfhelm with hate. "I am not going to fight you or your men."
"Then how are you going prove to us that you are not completely useless in battle?" he asked, putting a wooden practise sword in my hand, I swing it at him and strikes his forearm. "That's not nice."
The men stared and leaned in.
"Be quiet!" I winced, and struck his other arm. "And that, that is for being such provocative man!"
"Now that is not polite or ladylike," he sarcastically said.
A couple of the men chuckled.
"My king, I must agree," I said as we begun to dual. "I'm your wife. I can say what I think to you."
"You are a sly woman," he said as I changed sword hands to my proper hand.
"I say again to you; I am your wife," I tripped him over quickly by kicking his leg and a hack to the back of the knees. "Do you yield?"
"Yes," he nodded, dusting himself off. "Well played Lothíriel. Next time, keep to your sword hand."
"It is good to learn with both I reckon," I wiped the sweat off my hands. "If you use your bad arm and get it injured, go to the better arm and get the opponent twice as hard; in the head."
"I will keep that in memory next time we practice with orcs," he chuckled.
It wasn't long after, that a messenger from Gondor arrived. Èomer explained what had been arranged.
"Aragorn and I are going to hunt what is left of the orcs," he shrugged off his chainmail.
"Where will you find them?" I asked, as I picked the heavy chainmail up and put it on the stand.
"East, in Rhûn," he sighed, rubbing his shoulders. "That is the only place they can go without our allies killing them."
"How many men you take?" I asked, making him sit down on the edge of the bed and started massaging his shoulders.
"As many as I see fit to," he murmured.
"Come back safe," I said as a warning. "I don't want to see you come back with stitches or missing a limb."
"Don't fret Lothíriel," he turned around, and took my hands in his. "I will come back; I am King and a War veteran. I have had enough experience with orcs to know they won't dare to kill me. You are a fantastic queen! Everyone knows that. If you have any trouble you can send word to my sister, alright?"
I nodded, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"You have helped open my eyes to the new world where I don't have to look over my shoulder for shadows and fight them all the time," he whispered, and leaned his head on mine.
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