Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Faramir and Denethor; i do not recieve any money from this.
Damana, Eonar, Nanaël and Roan, however, belong to me.
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"Get that witch out of here!" Denethors booming voice resonated in the high hall. The shuffling of steps, agitated voices could be heard from inside the hall. Damana opened the heavy oak door of the kitchen and peeked out into the hallway. One of the young boys helping out in the kitchen came up behind her. The old woman waved her hand at him, signalling him to rather watch the stew over the fire.
"Damana? What is going on?" the boys voice was timid and soft.
With a loud bang the massive doors of the hall swung open, hitting the walls on either sides. Voices shouting commands, Denethor swearing and barking orders, the sound of a human body being dragged mercilessly over the stone floors. Damana shut the door and returned to her work again, shooing the young boy, Eonar, back to the fireplace. For some time they both worked in silence. Damana did not look up to meet Eonar's eyes as the troop of people passed the kitchen door outside, as she heard the crying and wailing of the woman they dragged behind them. The sounds grew fainter, then vanished completely. Damana breathed heavily and started to cut the venison for dinner.
"It's about her again, isn't it? Damana? They are going to banish her from the city?" Eonar had left the fireplace and stood beside the old cook. She lay the knife down and looked at the child, her old face shrink-wrapped in tears. "Yes. I think this time they will finally banish her, son. She's lost."
"But - will he do nothing about it? Will he not save her?"
"I do not know, child. I really don't know."
Damana, Eonar, Nanaël and Roan, however, belong to me.
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"Get that witch out of here!" Denethors booming voice resonated in the high hall. The shuffling of steps, agitated voices could be heard from inside the hall. Damana opened the heavy oak door of the kitchen and peeked out into the hallway. One of the young boys helping out in the kitchen came up behind her. The old woman waved her hand at him, signalling him to rather watch the stew over the fire.
"Damana? What is going on?" the boys voice was timid and soft.
With a loud bang the massive doors of the hall swung open, hitting the walls on either sides. Voices shouting commands, Denethor swearing and barking orders, the sound of a human body being dragged mercilessly over the stone floors. Damana shut the door and returned to her work again, shooing the young boy, Eonar, back to the fireplace. For some time they both worked in silence. Damana did not look up to meet Eonar's eyes as the troop of people passed the kitchen door outside, as she heard the crying and wailing of the woman they dragged behind them. The sounds grew fainter, then vanished completely. Damana breathed heavily and started to cut the venison for dinner.
"It's about her again, isn't it? Damana? They are going to banish her from the city?" Eonar had left the fireplace and stood beside the old cook. She lay the knife down and looked at the child, her old face shrink-wrapped in tears. "Yes. I think this time they will finally banish her, son. She's lost."
"But - will he do nothing about it? Will he not save her?"
"I do not know, child. I really don't know."