The Princess Of Dol Amroth

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Title: The Princess Of Dol Amroth (#854)
Author: Miluiwen
Chapters: 2

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Alternate Universe (AU)
Description: The tale of Lothíriel, Princess of Dol Amroth during and before the years of The War Of The Ring, until she finds Romance with a certain Marshal Of The Mark...
Published: 24 Apr 2004
Updated: 08 Jun 2004
Warnings:
Type: Romance
Characters: Lothíriel; Éomer

Chapter 1 - Prologue

The chief city of Belfalas, Gondor, was named Dol Amroth, the Sea-ward Tower. It was also a great port. This small city had housed many generations of families, and had a medium population. It had a great likeness to that of Minas Tirith, but the tower of the castle, some say, resembled Minas Ithil in its greater days. The waters of the Bay of Belfalas surrounded its great walls, and the palace had a great sandy beach to one of its fair sides.

Loth�riel, Princess of Dol Amroth, was among a small amount of the line of Elros that still resided in the Sea-ward tower. Her father, Prince Imrahil the fair, D�nadan of Gondor, was a man of great stature, in appearance and in society. He lived up to his name; a great warrior was he, as well as fair. His Elvish ancestry was truly visible- the grace of elves glittered in his eyes, as well as mixing with the blood flowing in his D�nedain veins.

Loth�riel very much so resembled her father. His dark looks gave her raven hair and sea-grey eyes. Some said that she had the lively spirit of Imrahil, before his dear sister, Finduilas, and most importantly his wife, died.

Her father told her often that she had the daintiness of her mother, whom she never knew, as she had died in childbirth. Tinneth, wife of Imrahil, was willowy and of small to medium height. Her father also often told Loth�riel that she also had the essence of Tinneth and that he could often see his wife in her. Young Loth�riel felt honoured to hear this, and she often stared at the portrait of her mother, in wonder, that was in the entrance hall of the Palace that her and her father lived in.

Loth�riel was close to her cousins in their youths, who lived in Minas Tirith, Boromir and Faramir. They were both quite a few years older than her. Boromir, as he grew, became handsome, but also, he put more time into training for battle with the Gondorian army, and soon was too involved to have time for his young cousin. Faramir was younger and had a gentle nature, and loved to study lore, or listen to, or make, music. He and his cousin enjoyed seeing each other, and they did this as much as they could until Denethor became too stricken with grief over the death of his beloved wife. He sent Faramir into the wild, appointed as the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien. It was the last Loth�riel saw of her beloved elder cousin, and brother figure, for a long time.

So Loth�riel stayed in Dol Amroth from then on, saddened at the loss of Faramir in her life. She grew into a beautiful woman, but also grew slightly quieter. Having only male siblings meant that she was slightly spoilt by her doting father, but she took advantage of this by requesting books, to read tales and stories from ages passed. Her father, who was well-versed in the history of Arda, also taught her. She learnt of her connections to the House of H�rin through her passed Aunt, Finduilas, and how her elder son, Boromir, was to be the heir to his father, the Steward of Gondor.

Loth�riel's brothers were all a few years older than her, Elphir being the heir to the princedom of Dol Amroth. All had the looks of their mother. Elphir was a strong man, formidable but although being this, he was kind at heart. He had the lighter features of his mother; sandy hair and blue eyes. Elphir sometimes could be considered, in appearance, as a man of Rohan.

Elchirion, who was the middle brother, loved to live up to his father's expectations. Looking for Imrahil's approval, Elchirion was also a stalwart man, although younger, and spent much of his time training with the blade or bow.

Amrothos, the youngest of the three brothers, more represented Faramir to Loth�riel than anybody else, in personality more than appearance. Quiet, and lore loving, he was the closest brother to their sister and spent quite a lot of time with her.Of course, all siblings, including Loth�riel, were trained with the way of the blade, although the latter sibling only for ceremonial uses, as Imrahil decided to put it.

Loth�riel enjoyed walking inside the gardens of Dol Amroth. Due to the elvish blood that flowed in her veins, she was in touch with nature, and soon learned of remedies to cure.

Soon, when Loth�riel was presented to the people of Dol Amroth as their Princess, she was soon put into the spotlight of attention, which she didn’t particularly like. But she withstood it, accepting that the interest would most probably die down soon...

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Not the best ever Prologue, but I hoped you enjoyed!

Chapter 2 - Chapter 1- Departure

20 years after the birth of Loth�riel. The year 3019 of the Third Age. The South of Middle Earth is in disarray; Mordor is preparing its final assault on the world of men. The garrison of Osgiliath is weakly binding the forces of Sauron, and is the last defence against the Dark Lord’s forces before they are unleashed on the world of the good folk.

Chapter One- Departure

A dark haired man had walked into the large stables of the Dol Amroth Palace. Wearing a mail hauberk and a exquisite sea blue tabard with the swan crest of the seaward tower, this figure could easily be identified as a monarch of Dol Amroth. He was re-adjusting his vambraces, and then went on to check that his horse was suitably just for travelling.

Imrahil was preparing to go to the White City of Gondor. He had heard of the ill news there. Denethor, son of Ecthelion, and the ruling Steward of Gondor had been rumoured to have turned mad with his grief, and so Imrahil felt it was his duty to aid the White City’s rule in the dark time that was looming before their feet.

Imrahil did not wish to go at all; it meant he would have to leave his eldest, Elphir on the throne temporarily. Although he trusted Elphir, tutoring took years and whilst Imrahil was seeing to the defences of Minas Tirith, there was always the threat of pirates from the East launching an attack back home. It would take someone strong to maintain the defences he had built. Imrahil did not doubt Elphir, but he also strongly hoped that his other three offspring would aid their brother.

He hoped Loth�riel would help out of the three younger siblings the most. She needed to show her true colours. Loth�riel was too quiet for a girl of her age, she sewed and wrote, and sat on the sidelines at any major ball Imrahil decided to hold. Much interest there was in his only daughter, Imrahil thought, from lords, who wished to court the girl, and, ladies who wished to engage in a friendship. But Loth�riel remained quiet and she did not seem interested at all. She talked randomly to maids who cleaned her chambers, and stable boys who tended to her horse.

Imrahil sighed and buckled his saddlebag to his stallion.

“Ada? You are to depart so soon?” It was Loth�riel. She had quietly walked up behind her father, giving him a small fright. She looked incredibly small compared to him, Imrahil thought. He was wearing restraining armour, but she was wearing a simple dress and shoes.

“Ai, daughter. Even though I would like to postpone it longer, the White City needs our support,” Imrahil replied, leaving his horse in its enclosure and walking to where his daughter was. He took her petit hands in his and smiled at her. “I will not over-do affairs there, though. I wish to spend time at my home with my family,” he said.

“Why dress in the garb of War, father?” Loth�riel said, eying Imrahil’s broadsword on his belt and the ceremonial swan-shield leaning against a post. She then put a hand on his mail-clad shoulder. “I do not see why you should promote it to other equivalents to yourself.” She said, taking a step back. Imrahil had detected a hint of irony in his daughter’s voice.

“You know why I ride to the Capital, my daughter. Ill news is heard from there. We must stand strong against those that stand against us,” Imrahil stated. Loth�riel could easily master a simple debate with her father when she wanted. Imrahil walked back into his horse’s enclosure. He patted the steed’s nose.

“Why cannot Elphir, or a representative go?” Loth�riel asked, straightening her mid-blue skirts. Imrahil looked across at his daughter. She looked thin. Her dark thick hair was curtaining any visible expression that she wished to show. It was brushed neatly past her shoulders and to her waist. She wore no jewellery at all. Nothing. None of the necklaces that he had lavished upon her. But when she moved her head up, he noticed that she wore, as usual, Tinneth’s broach. It was always there, staring at him in the face. A beautiful reminder of his wife, that Loth�riel always had with her.

“Because I only trust it upon myself to sort out this business.” Loth�riel opened her mouth in slight annoyance,

“Elphir is trustworthy, he-”

“It would be wise for me to go myself, Loth�riel. I do trust your brother, it would just be better for me to go.” Imrahil said. Loth�riel nodded slowly and gave her father a small embrace.

At that moment, a stable boy came in and bowed to the two monarchs.

“My lord, the escorts await your departure.” And with that, he left.

Imrahil turned back to his daughter.

“I have said my goodbyes to Elphir, Erchirion, and Amrothos. And goodbye, Loth�riel. I will be back before long.” Imrahil kissed his daughter’s forehead, and then mounted his horse. With one swift nod, he cantered out of the stables and into the bright sea air of the courtyard.

Loth�riel watched the silhouette of her mounted father make his way out of the stables, and then the hefty screech of the Great Gates. She just hoped that war would be fair to her father and the kinsmen that travelled with them. Imrahil would most probably participate in the ongoing war. Her heart felt heavy with the woe that would befall her country if Mordor won the battle.

Loth�riel stayed in the stables for a while. She sat on a bail of hay and had a long think about the war to the East. She had been told what was happening at her request. Loth�riel wished to know what was happening; she had always had an inquisitiveness for things that happened outside the walls of Dol Amroth, rather what was happening inside them.

Imrahil had latched onto this curiosity and after a while, brought Loth�riel back small gifts and trinkets from the places he visited. She now had a small shelf by her bed, packed to the edges with tokens from towns and cities. Among them all, Loth�riel’s favourite was a carved horse. It was a small wooden statue of one of the Mearas of Rohan. It was perfect; down to the horsehair mane and tail, all a sandy white. It truly was a lovely figurine. Imrahil had acquired it on a stay at the Golden Hall at Edoras.

Because of her Meara figure, Loth�riel had always been intrigued with Rohan. In her younger years, she had always asked her father what it was like there when he went on his visits. He had told her of the Rohirrim, the Riders of Rohan, and their beautiful steeds that they cherished so much, about how each small village had its own �ored. It fascinated Loth�riel to the point that when she reached 16, Imrahil gave a horse of the Rohirrim to Loth�riel. It was the exact colours to her little figurine as well.

Loth�riel wondered if she would ever go to the land of the Horse Lords. She wondered if she would ever venture anywhere. She longed to return to the White City as well for a visit. Faramir wouldn’t be there though. He had been sent out long ago with the Rangers of Ithilien.

Loth�riel got up and brushed any remains of the hay from her skirts. She then started to walk back towards her chambers. She had decided that she was to get changed and go for a ride on her horse that she loved so much.
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