Characters: Gamling, Éomer, OFC, Lothiriel
Timeline: Third age—War of the Ring
Summary: Éomer was a simple man before the War. Now Théoden King is dead and Éomer has new responsibilities. Unfortunately blinded by grief and a sense of duty he hurts those closest to him as he accepts his role as King of Rohan.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate save those (and there are several here) I have added from my own imagining. This is written only for pleasure and I gain no profit for my efforts.
Author’s notes: Okay, after reading “What if” stories about Éomer having a relationship before the war and then sending poor Gamling to tell the girl he was marrying Lothiriel, I felt bad for our handsome, loyal Rider so…Sorry to the Éomer lovers out there—this is not make Éomer very loveable and Gamling gets the spoils!
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Chapter 7 The Truth Comes Out
It was well past noon when Lothiriel finally got Éomer to rest. The unleashing of his grief had drained what little energy he had left. After a bit of coaxing, the Princess tucked her future husband into his bed, instructed the servants that the King was not to be disturbed for any reason and informed them she was going out for awhile.
Lothiriel now knew the whole story. She was overwhelmed and to be honest a bit disappointed in how it was all handled. Her feet took her to Gamling’s room. She wished to speak with the older man first, assure him that it was grief that caused Éomer’s irrational behavior, not true animosity. She hoped the Captain would understand and return to his duties. There was no answer when she knocked. A passing servant said she saw the Captain leave with packs as if taking a trip. The Princess thanked her and left for the stables. As she expected, the Captain’s horse was gone. There was perhaps still a chance to catch Gamling. If she was right, she could kill to birds with one stone so to speak.
She had a pretty good idea where the Captain might stop before leaving Edoras. After a few inquiries, the Princess mounted her own horse and walked it towards Éoswith’s cottage. Her suspicions were confirmed; the Captain was just dismounting and it indeed looked as if he was leaving for some time. Lothiriel slowed as she approached the modest home. Her heart fluttered and her palms began to itch. She was not sure what she would say to either of them, but she felt compelled to speak with them, to explain…to apologize.
Gamling looked up when he heard the approaching horse. He waited and when Lothiriel’s mount stopped, he helped her to dismount.
“My Lady,” the tall man said solemnly with a bow.
“Captain,” she replied and dipped her head. “I am amazed that people around here do not look at me with disdain for the hurt I inadvertently caused. I know I am probably the last person anyone here wishes to see, but I really must speak with Éoswith. Could you give me a few moments?”
“Of course my lady. Though, please…she has been through much.”
Lothiriel stopped in mid step and turned back to Gamling. “As have you. I got Éomer to open up and tell me what transpired. He put you in a terrible position and treated you most unfairly. I am very sorry and hope that you know, deep down the great respect and affection he has for you.”
Gamling gave the young lady a soft smile and nodded. The young Princess continued onto the porch and stood before the door. She took a deep breath, knocked and then waited. She could not be sure of her welcome. Éoswith would be in her right to throw her to the ground and beat her to a pulp or at least throw her from the porch. Having the door slammed in her face was another possible scenario yet, the Princess square her shoulders and prepared for what ever came her way.( Collapse )