One Thing after Another

It had been a day for Eomer. There was nothing he could think of as evening descended that made it a good day and several things came to mind that made it a bad day. All he wanted to do was wrap his head around the fact that he was now Rohan’s king, and as such he should be in Rohan and not on some field celebrating victory. But that was not going to be easy, and quiet a few of his people were now in celebration at Cormallen as well. Eowyn had tried to tell him that a few days of rest and celebration would be good for their people and for him – but he was stubborn. Theodred should be ruling in his stead now but both son and father were dead. Getting Théoden King’s body back to Edoras and properly buried with his ancestors was another daunting task facing the young king. He was in a foreign land and though he cherished the friendships he had formed and depended on the alliances created he wanted to be home so badly.

Eowyn was also a problem for him. He loved her and did not want her to leave him, especially since the people looked to her for guidance. She would be his biggest helpmate once they were able to return home. Yet she would only be his helpmate for a time for she had fallen in love with the Prince of Ithilien and desired to move into that fair land. He could not, would not let her do something so foolish! He pounded the table beside him and decided that he had to stop his sister’s foolishness tonight before she got it in her head that she would be a Princess of Gondor. How absolutely foolish she was to think that she would thrive in Gondor! Rohan was her home and a Rohirric lord would make her a suitable husband. Eomer’s mind was set and he was determined to stop Eowyn from ruining his life! Now he just needed to find her.

“Faramir I will not hear of this,” Imrahil bellowed! “Has you love for this woman made you completely daft? You act as if you are a young lord in love for the first time. Faramir you are well in your 3rd decade you should know better! What is it with you men now a day that the sight or thought of love makes you act like a teenager?”

Imrahil was pacing like a caged lion. “First my sons and now my nephew acting like fools. What next?” He looked to the tent flap as he spoke; feeling that only he himself was to blame for the appearance of the King of Rohan in his nephew’s tent.

Now a rather pissed off Eomer was eyeing his nephew like a Wraith eyeing a hobbit.

“Sorry I even asked,” Imrahil said to himself. This meeting had the potential to get ugly fast. The prince wished he was standing before the Black Gates again – at least he knew he stood a chance with that enemy. There was no way that this situation would turn out well for him.
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“Eowyn! Eowyn I command you to stop,” Eomer’s voice was heard throughout the tented city!

Mordor has no fury like a very angry shield maiden and her brother was about to find out that she, nor her lover were to be trifled with! It just so happened that the eruption took place in front of Prince Imrahil’s tent.

Lothiriel hunkered inside with Alphros sound asleep. She was silently laughing along with her brothers at the heated exchange going on outside. Both brother and sister had switched to Rohirric tongue but every now and then a Gondorian swear word would come from Eowyn’s mouth.

“I did not know Lady Eowyn knew Gondorian. Especially those words!” Erchirion was laughing amusingly to his siblings.

“I have not heard that word spoken in years. Does it mean what I think it means,” Elphir asked?

“Yep, but I do not know if the lady knows what it means,” Lothiriel laughed louder now.

“What does it mean,” Erchirion asked innocently?

“She just called her brother a..” she whispered the rest to Erchirion so that if Alphros was listening he did not hear.

“Oh,” Erchirion looked shocked, repulsed, and in awe of the Lady Eowyn. “Well then I think this battle of wits is won.”

“Oh, she just kicked him in the shin and punched him in the stomach! Does our dear cousin know he has a firebrand in his future?” Elphir had moved to peak out of a tear in the fabric.

“She is beating her brother up?” Lothiriel was really interested in seeing it.

“I am not sure what she is doing but it looks like she has finally lost some steam,” Elphir remarked to the rest.

Lothiriel looked through the tear and saw that the lady was in need of some support and it did not look like it would be coming from her brother. She ran out and put her arms around Eowyn’s who was now slumped on the ground in tears.

Eowyn took a swing at the princess but Loti managed to dodge. “I am not the enemy my lady. I am Lord Faramir’s cousin, Lothiriel of Dol Amroth.”

“Then you are the enemy,” Eomer spoke in Rohirric so Lothiriel did not understand what he said. That was all it took before Eowyn had regained her footing and was once again laying into her brother in Rohirric.

Seeing that it was probably not in her best interest to be between the two whilst they were fighting Lothiriel retreated inside. The arguing went on for sometime before Faramir appeared and Eomer took his grievance up with him. Imrahil and several lords had to finally break up the fight; but not before her cousin had suffered several hard blows from the king.

As the fight was being broken up Erchirion overheard Eowyn say to her brother, “You are dead to me.” The phrase puzzled him greatly but he kept his knowledge silent from the others. However the effect it had on Eomer caused the prince’s heart to break – though Erchirion did not know why he should feel sorry for a man who had insulted his entire family.