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From:

leftbehindthesea

Her eyes flutter shut and she leans a little into his hands, a soft murmur of content at the kiss.

"I want to stay with you." She says softly. "I do, Eomer. I really do. I know I'm young, but this isn't just a passing fancy because you're handsome and kind, although you are! I can wait for you Eomer, really truly I can."

From:

rednightfall

Eomer groans with frustration. "You are--" Another kiss, because he cannot help it, not when she is leaning towards him and more than willing. He should know better than this, he does know better than this, he has never yet taken advantage of an innocent and he is not going to begin now, beyond just this... "--much, much too tempting, Lothiriel--"

Another brush of lips and tasting the sweetness of her breath, and there he does stop, deliberately taking a step back from her. "If I promise I will think on it," he begins, and that is no difficult promise, for he doubts he will be able to think of anything else, "and that I will cease keeping such distance from you as I have, will that content you for now?"

Because he needs her to leave, before he really does do something unforgivably foolish.

From:

leftbehindthesea

She is leaning towards him and squeaks as he pulls back, her eyes opening and blinking in slight confusion at the removal of his warmth.

But she does not protest or chase him, settling back and clasping her hands in her lap to consider his offer.

"That would be acceptable." She agrees, and then hopefully. "We could write, when I go back home?"

From:

rednightfall

Writing. Bema, yes, that would be easier, without this tangle of girlhood and womanhood mixed together so distractingly nearby. "We could," he agrees. "If your father will not object."

He is not much of one for writing, but it is a skill he will need to develop regardless, with his sister leaving. Doubtless more practice will be good for him.

From:

leftbehindthesea

"Father has always wanted me to be happy." Lothiriel informs him pertly.

"And if he can get a nice alliance of marriage from it, so much the better."

From:

rednightfall

Her pertness almost makes him groan again, from mixed frustration and admiration, for she is adorable when she looks like that. She is also impossible. He intends to shrug her words off and invite her once more to leave, but finds himself saying something rather different.

"How can you be so certain that this--" Eomer waves his hand, so that this might imply almost anything. The Riddermark, the Meduseld. Himself. "--is what you want? You have barely spent any time here. You have barely spent any time with me. How can you be so certain already that you wish to leave behind all you know, all you love?"

He'd like to dismiss her surety as some youthful infatuation, but she is making it very difficult. And he is genuinely astonished by her certitude.

From:

leftbehindthesea

She shakes her head at him.

"I'm not. But I must, Eomer. Don't you see? I'm the Lord of Dol Amroth's only daughter - sooner or later, I would have had to leave home to marry someone. Oh, father would have chosen very carefully to make sure I would be happy, but ultimately I know my duty to my people. But I like you, and I like what I see of Rohan. I could be happy with you, Eomer. I really really think I could. And it would make Father happy, and be politically useful. Everyone wins."

She bites her lip and looks away. "Unless you really don't like me, I guess."

From:

rednightfall

That is too practical a reason for him to dismiss. For all that he was not the heir, and has only recently felt the constraints that come with being royalty, he is hardly ignorant about the expectations that come with noble weddings. In her land more than in his, but in the Riddermark as well. And especially in times of war, or just following war, it is well to make alliances where one can.

Her last sentence, however, earns her a raised eyebrow. "Do you truly think I would have kissed you as I just did if I did not like you?"

From:

leftbehindthesea

Lothiriel is spoilt, the baby of the family. But she knows her duty, and always has.

She sniffs at him.

"Well considering how you've been behaving earlier...."

From:

rednightfall

Eomer suspects he is being played. Lothiriel is not as innocent as she seems, not with three older brothers who she regularly wraps around her fingers, to say nothing of her father, who is no fool.

Even so, that last sentence is all but a challenge, and he answers it, stepping quickly back towards her and seizing her for another kiss. This time his mouth parts against hers and his tongue slides against her lips, seeking entrance; this time it is not soft and tantalizing, but demanding.

From:

leftbehindthesea

She squeaks a little and then all but melts against him, clinging back.

From:

rednightfall

It is a thorough, practiced kiss, one Eomer should save for someone with more experience, or at least for his wedding night. But she has kept the upper hand so alarmingly this evening that he cannot resist reclaiming it, if only for a few minutes.

He breaks it off before things can get too heated, pulling a little away, as much as he can with her clinging to him like a vine. "I trust," he says, and his voice is lower than usual, "that any question of whether or not I like you is now put permanently to rest."