Characters: Lothiriel, Eomer
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed
Author’s note: Fanon -not-Canon Lothiriel, because there is no canon Lothiriel.
Though the sand looked smooth, it was actually coarse and grainy under their bare feet. Lothiriel smiled, thinking how shocked Eomer had been when she impulsively plunked herself down on a half-buried log to remove her shoes and stockings. She knew she was being reckless – what well-bred lady would allow a man, not her husband, a glimpse of her ankle? But he had gazed, entranced, at her daring.
Impulsively she grabbed his hand and they danced together into the waves. Faint heart never won fair lord, she thought; his laughing eyes told her that these risks were well worth taking.