Sacrifices

The Royal Swan ship traveled quickly over the calm waters of Cobas Haven as it made its way out to sea. It was escorted by smaller trading vessels and flanked by small vessels of war, which protected the trades. Lothiriel stood on the deck watching Minas Aear grow smaller and smaller as they traveled further out to sea and farther away from her homeland. The sea was anything but calm and its turbulence seemed to match the queen’s emotions well. While her excitement was pushing her forward sadness at leaving kept her down for most of the trip. Her husband was a wonderful man and she knew she would be happy with him in Rohan, but it was going to take time. Which at that moment she did not have much of. A weakened voice shouted for her from down below; she followed it to their chamber.

Getting Eomer to agree to take a ship back to Minas Tirith was not an easy task. She knew he was fascinated with boats but not quiet fearless enough to get on one. He made excuses about his eored, their horses, Aragorn, and anything else he could think of but the docks of Dol Amroth had an answer for each of his problems. She delighted in watching his uneasiness as he allowed the horses onto a trading vessel meant for livestock. Soon it would be her turn to be uneasy, and her uneasiness would last a lot longer then the three days that it took to reach Minas Tirith. Getting him and his men on the ship took some doing; but once Aragorn and his men boarded without fear the eored did not want to be outdone and with trepidation boarded. Appealing to her king's logical side she had mentioned the time it took off of the trip. It was a large amount that travel by boat would shave off, and would put them back in Rohan three days before travel on foot. Hopefully beating the snows.

The king and most of his men spent all of the first day out at sea ill. Lothiriel was busy tending to mostly Eomer, but at times the others as well. Finduilas was working as hard as she could to keep events from turning into chaos. Once they began up river the ship did not roll as much and everyone was fine. As they past by villages the inhabitants waved at the royal ship. Soon the flowery vale of Lossarnach was in sight and that meant that Minas Tirith was not far away. As the couple watched from the deck Eomer explained some of the history of the vale that connected with Rohan.

“My grandmother Morwen came from Lossarnach and for a while Thengel King lived with her until he inherited the kingship of Rohan.” He spoke proudly of his grandparents and Loti smiled. “She bore five children with him, and he in his old years too. My mother came from them and she bore only two.”

“So if I was to keep up with your grandmother we will need at least five little horselords running around. Childbirth is very dangerous my king. Even queens do not often survive with their children.” He was learning that he could count on Loti to state the pros and cons of everything.

The thought that childbirth was not easy had not occurred to him and the thought that his queen might end up in her grave because of it alarmed him. “We will have what we have Loti love.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

“May the blood of the elves keep me,” she said. Then she let her eyes close and revealed in the senses that Eomer was making her feel.

“Into the room now!” She shouted as she pushed him backward. He followed her without hesitation.

She lay on the bed and pulled him down to her. Soon his body was covering hers and the kisses, love bites and touching escalated. Both sighed as they pulled each others clothes off and haphazardly discarded them beside the bed. The cabin was small but it did not matter. They would be sharing the space soon enough. Lothiriel moaned as Eomer entered her and let her body move with his. She reversed their position to where she was riding him and the sensation he got pushed him over the edge. Breathlessly both collapsed and all was still for a while.

Eomer broke the silence with a laugh. “What is it love,” Lothiriel asked?

“Perhaps we are already on our way to our first little horselord.” He was beaming at the thought!

“We have only been married four days; you are amazing Eomer King if there is a little one on the way.” She wrapped her arms around him and both fell to sleep.



THE END