Lothiriel sits at her desk at Minas Tirith and reads the latest news from Minas Tirith. There have been some interesting developments, she notices
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Oh Bema and a HALF...eomer_of_rohanApril 27 2003, 16:17:56 UTC
*reads the letter laboriously, rubs eyes HARD, then reads it again*
oh no.
*steals some official stationery from Boromir's desk and, after several false starts, manages the following...*
Dearest Lothiriel,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the anniversary, and I'm sorry you had to hear the news of Luthien's condition like that. I was preparing to ride down there to tell you in person, and as usual it took me too long to get organized, and there are things on my mind -- but then again there are ALWAYS "things," aren't there? In both of our lives.
This is not your fault. This is MY fault, 100%, and I am willing to shoulder any blame or retribution for what is to come. Regardless of the fate of our marriage, however, I want one thing to remain clear: I do care about you, and I will remain at your call. I want you to be happy. I would lay down my life for you and our son in a heartbeat.
But...and this is very hard to say, very hard...I do not love you. As a wife, I mean. I love you in every other way, I CARE about you very much, and I have tried so very hard to be more to you. However, you know as well as I that I have failed, and thus we have drifted into our own respective lives. For that no "sorry" will suffice, but it is the truth, and it cannot be avoided or postponed any longer.
I am grateful for your graciousness, and would very much like to accept your offer. OfferS. I have not been visiting of late due first to duty and then to incapacitation, but I am recovering now and I would like to discuss this with you in person. Mail is so...formal. You're worth more than formality. Please send me a messageraven when you are next free of your duties, and I will be there.
Love, Eomer Theodensson*
* Yes, my $#%^&$#% father signed me over to my uncle. It's been a hell of a week.
Re: Oh Bema and a HALF...lothirielApril 28 2003, 01:14:05 UTC
Lothiriel reads Eomer's letter thoughtfully, chuckling slightly at her husband's scrawl. All the effort on Middle Earth couldn't make him sit down and learn to write properly. She's secretly amazed and touched that he wrote her such a long letter.
She reaches for a smaller piece of parchment and writes back:
Theodensson? It could be worse, my dear, it could have been Imrahilsdottir. I was never so grateful in my life for the Swanhelm name when I heard that bit of news. Come and visit when you want, Eomer, there is always a room here for you and Luthien.
oh no.
*steals some official stationery from Boromir's desk and, after several false starts, manages the following...*
Dearest Lothiriel,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the anniversary, and I'm sorry you had to hear the news of Luthien's condition like that. I was preparing to ride down there to tell you in person, and as usual it took me too long to get organized, and there are things on my mind -- but then again there are ALWAYS "things," aren't there? In both of our lives.
This is not your fault. This is MY fault, 100%, and I am willing to shoulder any blame or retribution for what is to come. Regardless of the fate of our marriage, however, I want one thing to remain clear: I do care about you, and I will remain at your call. I want you to be happy. I would lay down my life for you and our son in a heartbeat.
But...and this is very hard to say, very hard...I do not love you. As a wife, I mean. I love you in every other way, I CARE about you very much, and I have tried so very hard to be more to you. However, you know as well as I that I have failed, and thus we have drifted into our own respective lives. For that no "sorry" will suffice, but it is the truth, and it cannot be avoided or postponed any longer.
I am grateful for your graciousness, and would very much like to accept your offer. OfferS. I have not been visiting of late due first to duty and then to incapacitation, but I am recovering now and I would like to discuss this with you in person. Mail is so...formal. You're worth more than formality. Please send me a messageraven when you are next free of your duties, and I will be there.
Love,
Eomer Theodensson*
* Yes, my $#%^&$#% father signed me over to my uncle. It's been a hell of a week.
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She reaches for a smaller piece of parchment and writes back:
Theodensson? It could be worse, my dear, it could have been Imrahilsdottir. I was never so grateful in my life for the Swanhelm name when I heard that bit of news. Come and visit when you want, Eomer, there is always a room here for you and Luthien.
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