All Lothíriel ever wanted, was a quiet life by her beloved sea. But fate had other plans: thrown against her will into an arranged marriage, she will soon find out that there are hurdles worse than an unwanted husband she will have to face if she ever wants to find home again.

Lothíriel is done with letting all the men in her life discuss her impending wedding. She is also done waiting for her Prince Charming to finally fall in her lap. So when a tall, handsome man appears out of nowhere, she never expected to like him. Even worse, she never expected him to be the king of Rohan.

When Boromir of Gondor passes the Mark seeking allies for his journey North, Éohild is put forth as his companion. Swept into lands unknown, alliances of old, and a desperate quest filled with hope and despair in equal measure, she must decide what part she will play when war begins to march on all she holds dear. 10th walker fic, Boromir/OC. AU to The Province of Men.

Summary: "The night is near, but I don't fear it. There is nothing that can frighten me now." Making peace with yourself in the aftermath of unexpected survival is difficult, but it gets easier if you trust someone enough to let them help you.

The tale of Théodred, son of Théoden, heir to the throne of Rohan, and Eorys, daughter of Hathain, shield maiden of Rohan, and the parts they played in the War of the Ring.

Fate placed Ivy at the right place and suddenly she has pledged herself to a suicide mission to destroy a ring with a fellowship more colourful beyond anyone's imagination. As if that wasn't a handful enough fate sends a charming/slightly antagonistic marchwarden in her general direction, who just happens to be an elf. This year of Ivy's life is, mildly put, chaotic.

Between two great battles, a promise is made to Éomer of Rohan by a young and unusual woman in the Houses of Healing. But promises have two sides, and he may have his own to keep.

It was foretold that Princess Lothiriel would suffer greatly from the love of men. Her mother's dying words were words of power, to keep her daughter safe from suffering, to never trust the love of men. Now the Princess Lothiriel has become the Queen of the Riddermark. And though her heart is filled with love, will she learn to accept the love others have for her? [Eothiriel]

Join the singular daughter of Glorfindel as she runs off with the fellowship to avoid an arranged marriage. Her protection has always been paramount, but her adventurous spirit calls her to risk it all.

Éomer son of Éomund was not much like the men she had known in her homeland. He did not spend time with the works of scholars, and she could be sure he did not often read poetry or enjoy the music of a skilled harpist, but he was good and kind, and when he spoke, he did so boldly in truth. Note: Altered since first posted

How do you overcome the embarrassment of accidentally telling the King of Rohan you fancy his big, hard muscles? By avoiding him til death of course. But it's a hard thing to do when fate keeps throwing you together... Eomer x Lothiriel romance

the youngest twin of the eldest sister by only a few minutes, Louise Crawley was used to being pushed aside in favor of Mary's happiness. She said nothing about it when Patrick chose to her elder sister over her, but when Mary refuses to mourn him, choosing instead to entertain endless suitors, Louise can't stand by and watch anymore.

Eowyn leaves home in Edoras to marry Faramir. Eomer finds an unexpected jewel. Chapter TWENTY is up! Faramir and Éowyn start to settle into life after the Ring War.

The Battle for Middle Earth rages in the hearts and minds of those involved. Yet, within the soul of Rohan's greatest warrior, another battle is also taking place, a need for someone to support and uphold. As Aragorn would say, "It is not good for a man to be alone." Yet who, in the midst of great war, could possibly find a place for love?

"One arm lay at her side, black and blue and clutching her sword, and her wild grey eyes were pleading for help. Lothiriel ran towards her, but every step she took seemed to take her further away. Out of her sight, someone let out a piercing, agonized scream." Lothiriel is practicing healing in Minas Tirith and is plagued with nightmares. Any feedback is very welcome!

Eomer never thought he would live through the March on the Black Gate. Returning to Minas Tirith means facing a reality he is not prepared for. But there he meets a princess mysterious as the sea, strong as the North wind. Can two lost souls find their way to a better world together? Rated M for later chapters.

I was not a woman well-named. My mother may have planned for a 'flower-garlanded maiden' but I was raised by my aunt Ivriniel who had no time for flowers or dancing or poetry or dresses. Certainly there was nothing in my education to prepare me for love at first sight...

Lothíriel of Dol Amroth and Éomer of Rohan meet as strangers in the Houses of Healing in the aftermath of the Battle of the Pelennor and seek comfort from one another in a moment of darkness, when all hope seems lost. But when goodness prevails against all odds and life begins anew, what will this new age bring them? CW for sexuality, war, graphic injuries and themes of trauma.

Lothíriel wasn't unacquainted with infatuation; after all, she was nearly twenty-two years old and (by Gondorian standards, at least) well past her prime. But while she was acquainted with infatuation and the whispers of attraction, this was entirely different. And it infuriated her. She felt heated from top of her hair to the base of her foot. No, not heated. Burning. Set aflame.

Felix has lived in the halls of the Volturi for thousands of years, and has faithfully served them. Felix has never questioned their motives or actions, for it wasn't his place. When he meets the Cullen's newest member however, everything changes. Can he transform from the monster he has been for so many years?

Most marriages in Gondor are matters of convenience, especially among the nobility. But Dol Amroth is a different sort of place, with a different sort of royal family. Sometimes, Lothiriel is not convinced this is a good thing. (or, how in Middle Earth the too southern, too dark, too outspoken daughter of Imrahil ended up married to Éomer, son of Éomund)

*AU* We know of the sons of Denethor II, Last of the Ruling Stewards, but this is the story of his third-born. Rimiriel is content in living a quiet life of service to Gondor, but finds herself in a position of influence when she is sent to Rohan to request aid for her war-torn country. She has never desired a life in the light, but roses cannot bloom in the shade.

All Lothíriel of Dol Amroth wanted to do was help. She had felt so useless ever since the war started. She was told to flee, but instead found herself in the houses of healing and finding herself way in over her head.

Having befriended Éowyn in the aftermath of war, Lothíriel travels north to help her prepare for a new life in Gondor. But in Rohan, she discovers more than she expected: a land still fighting to survive and a young king struggling to find his own peace.

It all started with dreams... Hot, intense dreams that had no place in their heads... But they just kept dreaming. Or: King Éomer and Princess Lothíriel have been getting some pretty hot dreams. They keep seeing themselves with the same person, over and over again. But they don't know who they are dreaming about. It's okay. They are about to find out.