Erchirion, Elphir and Alphros (concept)
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Erchirion, Elphir and Alphros (concept)

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the line of elros â princes of dol amroth â headcanon disclaimer
     Elphir was the eldest son of Imrahil, and the twenty-third Prince of Dol Amroth. He fought alongside his father in the War of the Ring, earning great renown among the men of Gondor. His wife was Idhrenes, a loremaster originally from Minas Tirith, and he dutifully recorded for her every detail of the great events for which he was present. After the War, these notes aided her in her work, and Idhrenes became one Gondorâs greatest historians.      Idhrenes loved her writings nearly as much as she loved her husband; so consumed was she by her passion for lore that she was little interested in motherhood. She bore Elphir only one son, Alphros, in the year before the War of the Ring began in earnest. Idhrenes missed her husbandâs aid while he was away, but was aided by her law-sister LothĂriel in raising young Alphros, teaching him to be clever and inquisitive.      Alphros eventually grew into a quick-minded man who greatly respected the women in his life, and though Idhrenes never wished for more children she was incredibly proud of her son, writing him into her historical narratives for even his most mundane accomplishments.
Storms/Silver Lining  (Ch 2 of new LoTR story posted, 10-7-20)
A summer storm triggers unexpected consequences for Eomer. Â [Complete in total of 4 chapters (0-3).]
This story began as a short one-shot (Storms), but then I ended up writing âmoreâ. Â So, the three chapters of Silver Lining continue the story begun in Storms.
 Silver Lining
Chapter 2 Â Â (Edoras, Spring, 3020 III)
Eomer finished pulling on his gloves, but then paused, staring across Firefootâs back toward the mountains and lost in thought. Â After several moments, the gray stallion gave a snort and shifted restlessly, wondering at the delay.
âEomer? Â Is something the matter?â Eothain queried from his right.
Drawing in a lungful of air, the king brought his attention back to his surroundings, and turned to look at his friend. Â For a moment he considered giving a truthful answer, but this was neither the time nor place to discuss such things, so he merely shook his head. âNo. Â Let us be going.â Â With that, he gathered the reins and stepped up into the saddle.
Eothain eyed him closely for an instant, but then moved away to mount as well, and the party was quickly on their way down the hill.
Eomerâs sister was bubbling over with eagerness, and he could not restrain a chuckle as she repeatedly rode on ahead, and then had to circle back to rejoin the wedding party. Â By mid-afternoon, he could not resist observing, âEowyn, we will arrive no earlier for your agitation. Â We travel at good speed, and Faramir will be your husband soon enough! Â Be at peace!â
She scowled at him, and then grinned sheepishly. Â âI know you speak truly, Eomer, but it is difficult. Â When you are in love, you will understand why I cannot contain my desire to be with him. Â And we have been parted for so many months.â
He smiled indulgently at her, not commenting that he understood better than she realized.  A hard gallop to Mundburg would suit him just fine.  It would mean he would see Lothiriel again all the sooner.  But, unfortunately, decorum had to be maintained. He was king now, and such impulsiveness wasâŠundesirable.  Even though it was difficult to do, he quickened the pace slightly of their party. Evidently Eowyn had noticed for she cast him a grateful smile.
They camped outside the Rammas Echor their final night before arriving at the City. Â Eowyn had paced the perimeter of the camp for well over an hour before turning in, much to her brotherâs amusement. Â Normally, he would have ridden on for so short a distance, but it was necessary to arrive with a certain formality and dignity that creeping in at dusk did not afford.
Trying to ignore his sisterâs frustration, Eomer stayed to his tent, meeting with Eothain to deal with various matters. Â Their business concluded, Eothain was just preparing to rise when Eomer leaned back in his chair and stared off to his right. Â âYou are acquainted with the Lady Lothiriel, Imrahilâs daughter, are you not, Eothain?â he asked casually.
Eothain bit back a grin, concealing it just before Eomer glanced at him. He shrugged, then answered, as he settled back into his seat, âI have been introduced to her, little else.â Â He could have said more than that, but thought it best to wait and see where this conversation was going.
âAnd what do you think of her?â Eomer pressed, still not meeting his eyes, an oddity in and of itself.
Taking a slight breath, Eothain carefully responded, âShe is a beautiful woman, to be sure.â
Eomerâs brow wrinkled. Â âOf course, that cannot be argued, but I meant something more substantial than appearance,â he answered, somewhat impatiently.
Eothain grinned again.  âAh. Still, what man, including you, does not enjoy spending time with a beautiful woman?â  Then the marshal added more seriously, âShe seems pleasant enough. But I know her too little to comment beyond that.â  He stopped, thinking for a moment.  âShe isâŠall that I might expect in the daughter of a Prince, I suppose,â Eothain observed, giving another shrug.
âYes, all that might be expected of a Princeâs daughterâŠâ Eomer repeated musingly.  âBut would she make a good queen, a good queen for Rohan?â  Finally Eomer did look up and meet his gaze, though the kingâs expression was guarded as he awaited a response.
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Pale Fire, Chpt 3
PALE FIRE, a Lord of the Rings fanfiction
Pairing: Â Ăomer and LothĂriel
Summary: LothĂriel wasnât unacquainted with infatuation; after all, she was nearly twenty-one 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. And when his line of sight but glanced over her, she felt heated from top of her hair to the base of her foot. No, not heated. Burning. Set aflame. Â She felt as if she were the swine roasted on the spit for tonightâs dinner.
Rating: M
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Chapter 3: The Coronation
LothĂriel weaved her way through the crowd to join her brothers near the front for the coronation. Maren trailed at her elbow the entire time, commenting on the once again missing Erchirion. LothĂriel had only briefly seen her brother when she arrived to Minas Tirith before he had to take his leave. LothĂriel wondered where he could be during such an important ceremony; surely he wouldnât miss it, nor not join his siblings in the fray. Maren startled at the trumpet flourish, which quieted the crowd.
The DĂșnedain, wearing silver and grey, who had accompanied the new King of Gondor in the procession, had taken their designated place amidst the crowd but towards the front. Unfortunately for LothĂriel, their designated place was right in front of where she and her family had claimed. While LothĂriel was tall (as her entire family was), she had to stand on her toes to glimpse anything. From her spot, she could see the Lord Aragorn was garbed in black mail and belted with silver. A mantle of the purest white flowed over his shoulders, fastened with a large jewel that, even from her position, she could tell was a bright green. His bearing was noble, with an even mixture of pride and humility.
LothĂriel thought she saw a flash of blond hair as well as children (which must be the periain Amrothos had mentioned to her), but before she could further study them, a DĂșnedain shifted into her line of view. LothĂrielâs bitterness of not being tall enough was short lived. With this shift, it revealed Mithrandir and two people LothĂriel loved very much. She couldnât help but embrace the feeling of familial pride she felt as the coronation commenced at the top of Minas Tirith.
Mithrandir stood at the very front with her father, Prince Imrahil, and her cousin, Faramir. Faramir knelt in front of Lord Aragorn and presented a white rod. Words were exchanged that she struggled to hear, though she gathered it was Faramir surrendering his office of Steward of Gondor. Amrothos was grinning and elbowing her in the ribs as Lord Aragorn returned the rod to Faramir, and she could catch the his voice replying âit shall be thine and thy heirsâ as long as my line shall last.â
Then the clear voice of her cousin rang out over the crowd with what surely was a great speech, but to LothĂriel all sound turned murky, like the ocean after a great storm, for another shift of the Dunedain revealed a man.
[Princes of Dol Amroth] were a family of the Faithful who had sailed from NĂșmenor before the Downfall and had settled in the land of Belfalas, between the mouths of RinglĂł and Gilrain, with a stronghold upon the high promontory of Dol Amroth (named after the last King of LĂłrien).
1. Aglahad (T. A. 2827 - 2932) 2. Angelimir (T. A. 2866 - 2977) 3. Adrahil II (T. A .2917 - 3010) 4. Imrahil (T. A. 2955 - F. A. 34) 5. Elphir (T. A. 2987 - F. A. 67) 6. Alphros (T. A. 3017 - F. A. 95)

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shitscribble of lothiriel (left), her sister in law lhossil (right), and her nephew alphros goofing around. (i cant draw kids lmao)Â