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[absurdities]

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of 
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character 
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[swanofdolamroth]

Blushing at her outburst, she turned away and searched through the sewing basket for a scrap of fabric that could not be salvaged. Once she'd found such a piece, she returned to him, looking rather demure.

"The floor in the hall is wet from all those who come in. The dust from your boots would create a thin layer of mud, which would be troublesome for the servants to clean, where as they only need let the water dry."

[totheking]

Elbow propped on one knee, Éomer simply looked at her, not for the first time wondering just what he'd gotten himself into when he'd wed this particular princess. Not that he minded in the slightest; he was profoundly grateful she possessed such a strong spirit.

Boots in one hand and the cleaning cloth in the other, he finally said, lips twitching in bemusement, "Blessèd am I indeed, to have a wife so very tuned to even the slightest detail for the safety and care of my people."

[swanofdolamroth]

Clasping her hands in front of herself, Lothíriel smiled back, though she was unsure if his hidden smile was of pride or because he was teasing. In whatever case, she would take his words as a compliment.

"They are my people now as well, are they not?"

[totheking]

And such were they meant. At first, Éomer had harbored private reservations about this match, but they proved to be of little consequence, as the princess was definitely more than he'd expected. And he was honest enough with himself to admit that.

"They are, indeed. And quite proud to have such a Queen." Not merely a stifle to calm her worries; the Rohirrim were hardly folk to speak on their emotions, but the general consensus Éomer had received was positive, as well as thankful, to have both King and Queen gracing Meduseld again.

Still looking at her, Éomer's brow suddenly furrowed and he nodded once, decisively. "On the morrow, when the skies clear, we shall fit you with a mount. I should have done so earlier, but other duties diverted my attention."

[swanofdolamroth]

The news excited her and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I should like that a great deal, and will do all I can to please our people." Really, she would do anything asked of her. Her devotion to this land and the people within it did not end with helping to fetch the laundry as a storm rolled in.

[totheking]

The unthought affection piqued his attention a bit, but such was best left for later, perhaps. Éomer then went about dusting his boots and finished dressing, feeling much warmer and drier than before, not quite so...clammy. Truly, the storms on the plains were naught to trifle with.

Done finally, he held out an arm to his Queen. "Shall we, then?" A small twinkle lit in hazel eyes. "Our devoted subjects are no doubt wondering at our dallying."

[swanofdolamroth]

"Surely they will understand the importance of a dry king who has avoided a chill." Taking his arm, she smiled softly at that look in his eye, refusing to speak of what else the could have done in their dallying.

omgtenstraightdaysofwork just kill me now, plz. *.*

[totheking]

[ ooc; also time skip a few hours because? ]

It was the sudden quiet that woke him, ironically enough. Meduseld had been lulled to slumber by the pounding rain and rolling thunder; its absence was strange indeed. Éomer blinked awake, still groggy, and realized that after the rain had come the cold, and the bedchamber was definitely chilly. The fire had burned down to embers, glowing deep orange in the darkness.

After a bit of finagling, in effort to keep from waking his sleeping wife, Éomer managed to slip out from beneath the covers, shivering a bit at the air's bite, and got up to stoke the fire, thankful it caught quickly. He wasted no time at all returning to bed, settling into his former place at Lothíriel's back, again gathering his wife in his arms.

[swanofdolamroth]

The mattress lightening may have stirred her slightly, but it was her husband's return that woke Lothíriel up, making her let out a petulant whine.

"It is not morning yet? Surely?" Her voice was a bit hoarse and her eyelids still shut, but from the darkness she could discern that the land was still under the blanket of night.

[totheking]

"Shh," he soothed, smoothing a rough palm over her shoulder, murmuring beneath her ear. "'tis some hours yet till dawn." A distant rumble of thunder had Éomer flicking a glance to the ceiling. "...and the storm seems to have some say yet."

It wouldn't surprise him if it decided to rain all today, as well. It was the season for it, and Rohan's weather had never been predictable, fickle thing that it was.

"I simply stirred the fire, love. Go back to sleep."

[swanofdolamroth]

"It shall be too damp to ride," she mumbled, partially into her pillow. Her hand reached for his where it touched her shoulder and she smoothed the pads of her fingers over his skin before her hand dropped away, her senses still too dulled to properly hold her hand up.

"Sleep. Mmm."

[totheking]

Well, it would for her, yes. The Rohirrim, however, especially those in the King's eored, were hardy horsemen well used to patrolling in any sort of weather, even that which raged outside even now. But there wasn't a need for such diligence at present, thus Éomer conceded the point and nodded.

"Aye," he half-rumbled, half-whispered. "Mayhap the following day, or the next after." Provided the storm blew itself out by then. He threaded his fingers with hers, tucking her more snugly into the curve of his body, relishing their combined warmth.

[swanofdolamroth]

The warmth was greatly appreciated and she exhaled a sigh. There would be more enthusiasm expressed about the riding if she wasn't so sleepy. Instead she seemed to drop right back off to sleep, the image of the perfectly gentle lady queen.

Until she kicked Éomer's leg in her sleep. It wasn't her fault; she was dreaming.

[totheking]

He'd been dozing, not quite asleep but far too lazy to wake fully, but the sharp kick jolted him right out of that. Stifling a grunt of sudden pain, Éomer bit his lip and rolled to his back, swearing under his breath. Granted, it wasn't her fault, but his shin was still smarting!

Rather than take the chance of any further mauling, Éomer gently shook his sleeping wife's shoulder, calling to her quietly. "Lothíriel... come, wife, wake up."

[swanofdolamroth]

Again, his wife let out a whine at having been awoken, but she pressed a fingertip to her eyelid, rubbing the sleep away.

"What? What is it?"

[totheking]

Éomer was just disgruntled enough to answer her truthfully, staring at the high ceiling and drolling back in a flat voice, "You kicked me." It sounded so petulant, even to his own ears, but it was early yet, his leg still twinged and the blasted fire had gone down. Again.

[swanofdolamroth]

Not being fully awake yet left Lothíriel puzzled by this answer. She rolled onto her back as well, shivering and reaching for the animal fur to pull up tightly around her slight frame.

"I kicked you," she repeated, trying to make sense of it all. Rubbing at her eye, she slowly began to understand.

"Oh. Oh, dearest. I am sorry."

[totheking]

He started to grin, but then smoothed his features back to their stoic blandness. Éomer put his hands behind his head, still staring up at the ceiling. He'd get up and stoke the fire again, but in a few minutes or so.

"Who were you brangling with, I wonder?" An eyebrow cocked up. "Orcs, goblins? The infernal laundry?" Yes, he was teasing.

[swanofdolamroth]

She frowned, turning her head to look at him and guessing he was teasing her. Well!

"Perhaps I was dreaming of you saying something thoughtless and I kicked you in response." Two could play this game.

[totheking]

He vented a soft snort, clucking his tongue in mild reproach. "Tsk, tsk, how improper, for a Queen." In the same bland tone, Éomer added, "Remind me to keep you well away from anything sharp. I'd hate to have to fear for my innards should I truly offend you."

[swanofdolamroth]

Narrowing her eyes, she let out a "Hmmph!" sound and rolled away, pulling the furs up tight around her shoulders. A moment later, she poked at his leg with her stocking foot.

"Or you could mind your words, my love."

[totheking]

Éomer blinked. What had he said? For all that he cared for her, sometimes this "married" situation was quite confusing. The King of Rohan just sighed, figuring he may as well get up again and rekindle the fire, then head out into the hall and hope the ladies of the kitchen had started on breakfast.

But somehow, he simply couldn't muster the will to move. It was so tempting, to let the rain lull him back to sleep, save for his probably-brooding wife on the other side of the bed. Again, Éomer sighed.

[swanofdolamroth]

The sigh of her husband did not sound content. Rolling onto her back, Lothíriel stared up at the ceiling.

"Why do you sigh?" she asked gently.

[totheking]

"I merely wondered what it was I said to garner your displeasure," he muttered darkly, trying not to sound like a petulant child. How his sister would gloat, to hear him!

[swanofdolamroth]

"Well," she began slowly, making sure she had it right since it was still early and she could not deny that she could have been confused since she was not fully awake, "You did seem to think it likely that I would stab you. Twas a touch unkind of you to think me capable."