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Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

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06/22/2018 08:06 PM 

Pelennor Fields



HISTORY:

Théoden Ednew had the makings of a great king for in his youth, he proved valiant in battle, and he possessed both wisdom and a gentle heart away from war. 

 

Yet by 3014, Saruman had begun to invade the King's mind, using spells and his servant, Gríma Wormtongue to bewitch Théoden. As the king slipped into indifference, Saruman began to probe the borders of Rohan with his armies. 

 

He had taken into his service orcs, and Uruk-hai, and would eventually recruit the hillmen of Dunland to again assail their neighbors in Rohan. 

 

Théodred, son of Théoden, along with his cousin Éomer, took charge of the Mark and its defenses against the growing threat of Isengard. Saruman, through Gríma, constantly forestalled Théodred and the other Marshalls of the Mark, and, by the bewitchment of Théoden, thwarted Rohan's attempts to muster great force of arms in opposition.

 

 He even blinded the king to Gandalf's warnings that Rohan was in peril upon his return from Orthanc, and Gandalf was forced to take Shadowfax and ride to Rivendell in hopes of meeting up with Frodo. As the Fellowship took the One Ring east from Rivendell, Saruman's forces increased their attack upon Rohan, in addition to his intensified hunt for the Ring.

 

 Aragorn and his companions chanced to meet up with Éomer and his eored upon the plains of Rohan near Fangorn, and there revealed himself to be the heir of Isildur, and asked news and aid from Éomer. 

 

The Rohirrim were returning from battle with a legion of Uruk-hai that had captured Merry and Pippin, and Éomer gave what tidings he could of his doings and the condition of Rohan to Aragorn. Lending the companions a pair of horses, Éomer then led his men to continue their task of gathering the East-mark's herdfolk to safety. 

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Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 


     Meeting at Meduseld

 

 

‘”Now my guests, come!  ‘come and take such refreshment as haste allows!”

After lifting a cup, they passed back into the great house.  Already they heard below them in the town the heralds crying and the war-horns blowing……at the king’s board sat Eomer’ and the other guests who had been made awares of the need in Gondor!

 

Lothiriel looked about recognizing some who were from the fellowship; Aragorn, Legolas, and Merry from the Shire.  She saw concern on the faces of those in the Rohhirim; mostly of Lady Eowyn and her brother, Eomer.

Yet, others had been called as well.  Galadriel had sounded the alarm, sending Tintalle, the very Spirit of Rivendell.  There had already been council in Rivendell , for the wickedness and evil which blew in the winds over Gondor, was perilous.  

 

There were many who came.  Ther were warriors of integrity and honor and Lothiriel was grateful.  The great room at Meduseld was full of men and women in earnest; the Dunedain Ranger, Hanasian, and other riders of the southern lands.   Even from the mountains they came.  Richard Minden of another place and time was anxious to offer his service. 

 

Quietly, taking her seat on a bench facing the dais and the leveled steps that led to His throne, Lothiriel smiled to Merry, companion of Aragorn.  She knew he had experienced many an attack from Sauron and his minions.  How she respected the Hobbits determination and courage!  She yearned to tell him of her conversation with Pippin, and how she witnessed the ride of Gandalf as they rode Shadowfax into Dol Amroth just weeks before.  There would be the right time to give him the good news about how his friend had healed.

 

Her thoughts, then moved to the bold and boisterous roar of the elder warrior of the Rohirrim, as he entered.

 

“Hail Riders of the Mark!..Hail warriors of the Light!”

Theroden, King of Rohan ascended the dais and stood, sword at his side.  His grey eyes roved about those in attendance as he carefully sat. 

 

“Once again, I thank Gimli and the Dwarves of Misty Mountains for their gifts of iron and metals, and weaponry.  I send my deepest appreciation to all the lands in Middle Earth and to the netherlands for your support at Helms Deep.  Welcome to all. Now, my brothers,  of all the races….I appeal to your generosity and allegiance to this worthy cause.   As we speak the fires burn savagely in the ancient streets in Gondor!”

 

Lothiriel felt her breath catch.

  “There is no time to waste!  As most of you know,I have passed off my fealty to my capable nephew, Lord of the Mark, Eomer. The White Lady, our Eowyn, will hold the fort, even as she is warrior in her own rite!  Now…

 

“Arise now, Riders of Theoden and friends!

Dire deeds awake, dark is it southward!

Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!

Forth Gondor!

 

  At that, the crowd stood and shouted.

 

“Our King and our White Lady!”

Posted on Aug 31st 2018 - 2:50 PM

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Posted on Dec 31st 1969 - 7:00 PM

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 

Lothiriel was honored to have received such a warm welcome at Meduseld.  It was most appreciated to be spoiled and pampered as she indulged in a scented bath and

reprieve, after the long dusty travel from Dol Amroth.  Her mind was racing as she 

contemplated her meeting with Lady Eowyn and her uncle.  She would not forget that her mission was to protect the people along the shores of Gondor, and that her

father was already approaching battle.

 

Doning a long blue cotton sundress and wrap, and glancing  in the tall, looking glass beside the door, Lottie saw reflected determined dark eyes, and a serious wrinkled brow.  Quickly she combed through her long black tresses and adjusted her smile.

Rohan had just been through a wicked attack waged from Mordor.  Most definitely they would have the answers she was seeking.

 

Waiting outside her door, were two guards,  motioning for her to follow.  Lifting her skirts she took every step with grace, until she found herself below stairs,  joining 

The Lady, and others, one of whom she recognized well.

 

Without hesitation, she reached for the hand of Aragon, and curtsied.  

 

“So grand to see you her Milord!  It has been a while, it seems we find ourselves in a common plight?”  after winking at him, her smiling eyes moved from Eowyn,  and stopping short to connect with the blue ones of the warrior rogue and her side.  

His dirty blonde rested at his shoulders and his expression was stern.  Curiously, a pang of attraction waved through her causing her to cease her stare, returning to her friend.

 

“I am feeling rested now, milady, Eowyn….we can commence our meeting without adieu, if you please?”

 

Posted on Jul 11th 2018 - 8:39 AM

Eomer.

 

Eomer had returned early from his rounds around the Ridden mark, life had resumed for him since his uncle King Theoden had sent word to him to return. After seeing the horses taken care of, he took his time this morning going to his chambers to wash and rest from the overnight ride. He could feel the change in the air, see the change in the people of Rohan. The fear, the worry, the doubt of their safety it was deeply troubling to the warrior of the kingdom. Long had he devoted his life to this land and he would let no harm come to any it would take all of his life’s blood being spilled to allow any evil near this land again.

When he had washed and changed he laid across his bed closing his eyes for a minute when he could hear in the distance the sound of hooves hitting the earth with meaning in the steps. He sat up and laid his elbows on his knees and his face fell to his hands, the warrior breathed in deeply letting the air flow slowly back into his hands. Rubbing hard he lowered his hands looking at the door hearing the heavy boots hitting the floor coming to him, followed by the knock. The husky voice of Elfhelm behind it “M’lord a single female rider approaches. Your sister greets the maiden lord. Do you have orders, sir?”

Eomer shook his head and said “Come” the big heavy door opened and Elfhelm appeared he grinned at him and said, “Is this a rider that has come to visit with my sister or does the rider bring tidings or knowledge of things?” He studied Elfhelm’s face and said “I will go and check you will accompany me” Eomer bent down tying his boots and stood tall and stretched walking from the room he heard the guards shutting his door behind them. Making his way to the golden hall he felt the rumble in his stomach he had not eaten and hoped his sister had some good eats somewhere close. The closer he came to the golden hall he felt yet another change in him, this change was one of the heart. He shook the feeling from him and walked to his sister “Eowyn good morning, is everything well?”  He looked to the beautiful lady standing with his sister, his heart skipped and then paused his mouth went dry but showed none of this and bowed his head "Welcome to Rohan M'lady" 

Posted on Jul 2nd 2018 - 10:26 AM

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 

Lowering the hood of her hooded cloak, her stallion slowing, Lothiriel bent her head, impatiiently around the protective wall formed by her Swan Knights.  It was her first glimpse of Meduseld, high and majestic beyond the gated barriors. A huddle of  Horse –lords of the Rohirrim, guarded the entrance. 

A smile came to her face at the shadow, a  feminine form, standing firm on the long wooden porch. It would be good to be with another woman as it had been a long journey.

Posted on Jun 27th 2018 - 4:01 PM

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 

Lothiriel  Goes to Rohan...


Lothiriel woke early the next day.   She hurried out to the stables, even without breaking her fast.  After whispering a gentle message into the ear of her dark stallion departed Dol Amroth flanked by four Swan Knights.  They headed north toward Meduseld.  She had 'heard' Eowyn's concern...and she needed to know more. It had been weeks since any word had come from her father, Imrahil and her brothers.  All had gone to assist King Theoden in Edoras. She knew Galadriel feared the movement of evil into Gondor. 

 

It was a long ride through the dry lands of Gondor, before the party began to weave through the rugged mountains.  Lothiriel’s eyes darted keenly, hoping to come upon 

friends; elven or dwaves.   She would act as watch warden before meeting with her dear friend,  the White Lady…..

   

Posted on Jun 25th 2018 - 9:52 AM

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 

 

Posted on Jun 22nd 2018 - 9:19 AM

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth~ {FOS}

 

The angry skies that hovered over the seas outside Lothiriel's tall bedchamber window, matched her mood. Sauron's forces would move south from Rohan....Galadriel had sent her warning. She needed to talk to Eowyn....she needed to ride. She knew others would come to Gondor....her thoughts raced to her friends in The Shire, Misty Mountains and all of Middle Earth. They would stand against evil all of them ....just as they always had.

 


Posted on Jun 22nd 2018 - 9:16 AM

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