Well, it's the last chapter. I'm actually really sad . . . but it's my first LOTR fanfiction. I loved writing it.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: This is the End

Lovisa sighed, brushing her gown to keep the fabric smooth. Were all weddings like this? The nerves and the sick to your stomach feeling? Sweaty palms, dry mouth, rapid beating of your heart . . . she was only getting married.

To a King.

She swallowed.

Boy, had she landed herself in a heap of trouble. How would she pull off being a Queen? What did he see in her again? She bit her lip as she recalled those months, a short time ago.

After they had returned from Isengarde, Eomer had spoken to her 'Ada'. Despite his misgivings Elrond had said yes. Despite the fact that she was not quite Queen material. As it had turned out, Princess Lothiriel was not engage to Eomer. Lord Imrahil was slightly disappointed. They spent three months preparing the wedding that was to take place today in Edoras, just after noon.

She couldn't eat. She didn't know if she could handle it.

She fought in battles, surely a little wedding was not so scary?

Sonia was to live in Gondor for a time, with Aragorn. Learning to be a healer. As Aragorn had explained this, he had winked at her and Eomer. Causing her to turn red, and Eomer to shift in his seat awkwardly.

Her wedding night is what scared her, she decided. Of course she knew what to do . . . from books and gossip. Lovisa shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Getting worked up about it was getting her nowhere. Propriety in Middle Earth didn't really give a girl knowledge on those types of things.

She glanced out the window. Almost time. Swallowing she stood, smoothing out her dress for the millionth time, the smooth yellow fabric soft beneath her fingers. In her country, didn't they wear white wedding dresses? The more she thought about it the more she couldn't remember. She shrugged and began pacing.

Then there was a knock on her door. Lovisa froze, heart pounding. Was it time already? She glanced at herself in the mirror, deeming her appearance suitable, and with one final nod, opened her door.

Lord Elrond smiled at her. His eyes damp with unshed tears as her looked at her.

"Ai," he said, "you look like the fair dawn of a morning." Lovisa blushed and looked down at her hands.

"Ada, you are too kind," she murmured softly. Elrond placed a hand on her cheek and brushed away a stray tear that she had not realized was there.

"Nay, dearest. Are these tears of joy?" he asked.

"I should hope so," she laughed. Elrond embraced her, kissing her brow and holding her at arms length.

"Eomer is a lucky man."

"Didn't you say that you pitied the man that was to be her husband?" asked Aragorn in a low voice. The hint of a smile in his eyes. Eomer cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"Interesting," he went on. "Legolas said that you mentioned that . . ."

He did. Eomer remembered his Uncle talking to him after the battle of Helm's Deep and he did say something like that. There was no denying that she was a challenge. She fought him tooth and claw to get what she wanted. It had taken substantial amounts of time to even convince her that she could in fact become Queen. His trying moments were when she challenged him on a decision that he would make. From new laws, and judgments on those who committed crimes, she challenged them all.

It also gave him another point of view to consider. He admitted that grudgingly. It didn't help that instead of a new set of gowns she had wanted men's clothing, as one of her wedding gifts. They had settled on getting a dress for every set of men's clothes, and her only being allowed to wear them, after she'd worn a dress. Lovisa then threatened to keep wearing the same outfit even if it was dirty. She was impossible.

And she wanted to continue fighting. She wanted to be allowed to keep using her sword, and working on her swordsmanship skills. When she should be looking more towards raising a family. Her reply to this was,

"I can raise children and do what I like doing. It's not going to be that hard."

He doubted it, but gave in. Only because he won the fight over who stayed home in case another war or conflict broke out. That, and she would be miserable.

"Eomer . . ." Aragorn said, pulling him from his thoughts. Eomer looked up, his breath being taken away by the sight before him. Lovisa came towards him, up the steps of Meduseld, led by Lord Elrond. The wind played with her dark curling hair, woven with small glittering jewels, and bright ribbons. Her yellow gown, fitting to her body and giving her a graceful look as she ascended the stairs.

She smiled nervously up at him, a faint blush across her cheeks. He grinned widely down at her. At last they stopped and Lord Elrond placed Lovisa's hand in his, and he felt her hand, small and feminine in his, tremble slightly. None the less, she smiled at him warmly. Turning they entered Meduseld, the Golden Hall of Edoras, and were married on the day of the first harvest of Rohan.

"I love you," she whispered to him. Her voice floating to his ears in the early hours of the morning. Eomer breathed in deeply and opened his eyes, finding her lovely face inches away from his. "Did you know that?"

"Aye, I did," he breathed, running his hand up her naked arm. He placed a kiss on her lips. "You said as such, many, many times," he teased. Lovisa smiled at him, resting her head on his chest, their bodies tangled in the many sheets and blankets of the bed. He stroked her hair, unbound. Across the room her could see their abandoned clothing. Her fingers traced patterns on his skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

"My dear," he said. She lifted her head and blinked at him.

"Hmm?"

He captured her lips with his, a smile on his face as he rolled on top. She let out a muffled squeak.

"Eomer!"

"Hmm?" he asked, kissing her again.

"My feet are cold," she said, a teasing smile on her face when he pulled away. He raised a brow.

"Indeed?"

Lovisa nodded with a coy grin. "Make them warm?"

"For you, a thousand times till the ending of the world."

Eomer King and Lovisa Queen lived out their lives, ruling their country in harmony and peace. Lovisa bore him one son and two fair daughters. Elfwine the fair, ruled after Eomer died, shortly followed by his mother, Lovisa. Their two daughters Ilbaria and Cardowien, married Eomers young Marshals and visited their old Aunt Sonia who resided in Gondor often. Sitting with Sonia to listen to the tale of Eomer of Rohan and Lovisa of Rivendell and their lives on the plains of Rohan.

THE END