Disclaimer: None of Tolkien's characters is mine nor I claim it to be. Other characters are fictional and I've also changed some facts. But the main message is: Don't sue me!
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Chapter 1
Sorrow
Grey, thick clouds have gathered on the sky. The air was cold and strong wind from the north was blowing the whole day. It seemed like it is about to rain soon. Thunder could have been heard in the distance.
"It' s going to rain"
Wrinkled old man told that, although he was standing alone on the window. He was a servant in the castle. In the city of Minas Tirith. He spent there all his life.
"I better go and see where is lady Nessa."
He went up the massive stair case in the hall. He came to the big, wooden door. He prepared his little, dry hand. He was ready to knock.
But then, he froze. He heard a strange sound coming from the other side of the door. It seemed like someone was crying. It was very quietly, though, but he still heard it. He decided to knock anyway.
"Who is it?" A gentle voice asked from the room.
"It is me, your Daron, my lady." The old man said.
"Oh, Daron! Wait just for a minute." The woman answered. She felt a relief knowing that it was only her old, loyal servant Daron.
He waited and soon the door opened.
A young woman stood in front of him. Her grey eyes were wet and red. It was obvious that she was crying. Her hair was long and dark blonde and it was tied in a braid. A smile occurred on her face when she saw the man. She hugged him.
He was touched by her gesture and felt sorrow seeing her that sad.
"He is leaving, Daron. He is going away." She said.
"He has to go. But he will come back. And he will bring help." He tried to comfort her.
"I have this feeling…that I will never see him again."
"Oh, my child. Don't think like that. Everything will be just fine."
"No. He is leaving me all by myself. With Denethor. You know he is not well lately."
"Denethor is your father. And besides, I will always be here. And Faramir." The old man said hoping the girl will feel better.
"I know, Daron, and I'm grateful for that. But still, my father is so hard to handle sometimes. How are we going to do this. And you know Faramir. He has enough of being treated this way from our father. I'm all by myself." She turned around and went towards the window.
Daron didn't know what to say. He knew she had right at some point.
"Come on, my child. Let's go. You have to say goodbye to him.
"Oh, I don't know if I can do this."
"Be strong. And think of the day he'll come back." He reached for her hand.
They went to the hall. A man was already standing there. Waiting for them. For her. He heard someone coming and turned around. He saw an old servant. He was leading Nessa. They came to him.
"I'm going to leave you now, children. You have lots to say to each other." Daron said and distanced himself from them.
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So, this is the first chapter. I don't expect from you to like it because I wrote it for myself. But you can still review it.
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Chapter 1
Sorrow
Grey, thick clouds have gathered on the sky. The air was cold and strong wind from the north was blowing the whole day. It seemed like it is about to rain soon. Thunder could have been heard in the distance.
"It' s going to rain"
Wrinkled old man told that, although he was standing alone on the window. He was a servant in the castle. In the city of Minas Tirith. He spent there all his life.
"I better go and see where is lady Nessa."
He went up the massive stair case in the hall. He came to the big, wooden door. He prepared his little, dry hand. He was ready to knock.
But then, he froze. He heard a strange sound coming from the other side of the door. It seemed like someone was crying. It was very quietly, though, but he still heard it. He decided to knock anyway.
"Who is it?" A gentle voice asked from the room.
"It is me, your Daron, my lady." The old man said.
"Oh, Daron! Wait just for a minute." The woman answered. She felt a relief knowing that it was only her old, loyal servant Daron.
He waited and soon the door opened.
A young woman stood in front of him. Her grey eyes were wet and red. It was obvious that she was crying. Her hair was long and dark blonde and it was tied in a braid. A smile occurred on her face when she saw the man. She hugged him.
He was touched by her gesture and felt sorrow seeing her that sad.
"He is leaving, Daron. He is going away." She said.
"He has to go. But he will come back. And he will bring help." He tried to comfort her.
"I have this feeling…that I will never see him again."
"Oh, my child. Don't think like that. Everything will be just fine."
"No. He is leaving me all by myself. With Denethor. You know he is not well lately."
"Denethor is your father. And besides, I will always be here. And Faramir." The old man said hoping the girl will feel better.
"I know, Daron, and I'm grateful for that. But still, my father is so hard to handle sometimes. How are we going to do this. And you know Faramir. He has enough of being treated this way from our father. I'm all by myself." She turned around and went towards the window.
Daron didn't know what to say. He knew she had right at some point.
"Come on, my child. Let's go. You have to say goodbye to him.
"Oh, I don't know if I can do this."
"Be strong. And think of the day he'll come back." He reached for her hand.
They went to the hall. A man was already standing there. Waiting for them. For her. He heard someone coming and turned around. He saw an old servant. He was leading Nessa. They came to him.
"I'm going to leave you now, children. You have lots to say to each other." Daron said and distanced himself from them.
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So, this is the first chapter. I don't expect from you to like it because I wrote it for myself. But you can still review it.
