Disclaimer: Umm… like everyone else, I don't own the characters of lotr…
oh, how I wish I did… well the movie characters anyway. Like 'Stacey'
(Cassie Claire's Secret Diaries), I have a strong, STRONG desire to do
obscene things to Legolas' elfhood. And to kidnap Dominic Monaghan. And to
force Viggo Mortensen to always look like he did in the film, and to change
his name to Aragorn, because otherwise, he's just not worth the effort. And
when I have kidnapped all three of them, I will superglue Orlando's hair
and ears on, so that he can never take them off (yay! Long live elvendom!),
and I will personally cut to pieces/burn Dom's hobbit wig. Ahem. Yes. And
so no, I don't own Faramir, Éowyn or Aragorn (yum), but Isilmë, Raian,
Darin and Mîrlómë are mine. I think that's all…
Ok, on with the story. This is my first fic, so please, please, pleeeaaase be nice and review! It might be some time before I post the other chapters (due to voluminous quantities of graphics coursework), but I'll try and do them fairly quickly… that is, if people give me any nice reviews. Flames will be used to warm hands on, as central heating doesn't work properly in the study.
This first chapter takes place about a year after the crowning of Elessar/Aragorn/etc. Btw, how many names can one bloke have? Honestly, some people…;-) Oh yeah, and Éowyn's just – well, read it.
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Chapter 1: Born of moonlight
The Lord of Ithilien smiled as he looked down at his wife, the Lady Éowyn of the Rohirrim, who held a small bundle in her arms. He took her hand, and helped her to stand by the bed. Leaning on his strong arm, she slowly walked through the bedroom door and into the ornately carven hall of the fine dwelling at Henneth Anun. She smiled as she saw the table full of anxiously waiting faces that broke into smiles and cries of joy as she walked in. Faramir took her hand, leading her to a cushioned seat on a dais at the head of the table, on which were set two other places, one seat for Faramir, and one laid in honour of the regal figure that was seated there now.
'Elessar,' said Eowyn, smiling. 'Your presence here honours me greatly.' The stern-looking King of Gondor took her offered hand and kissed it, bidding her and her husband be seated on the two chairs on his side.
'No more than my chance to meet the heir of this happy land,' he replied, smiling at her. The Lord Faramir coughed.
'The heiress,' he said, with a twinkle in his eye. The King smiled.
'Indeed,' he said. 'By what name goeth this maiden of fair Ithilien?'
Eowyn looked at Faramir and smiled.
'She is named Isilmë, the silver moonlight that lighteth the way… indeed, for those that travel, ere the sun is risen, to greet a newborn lady,' said Faramir. 'For whence left our messenger for Gondor? But a day since.'
King Elessar's smile changed to a grim look.
'I wish it were so. In truth, 'tis not of hard night riding that I come by here; rather, but two nights hence, rumour reached Minas Tirith of a danger in the northern shadows of the Ephel Duath.' A look of concern came upon Faramir's face.
'Whence came this rumour? For 'twas not of the knowledge of the Lord of Ithilien. No shadow has appeared in our green lands.'
'Perhaps 'twas but an illusion, for no sign have we seen yet of this rumoured evil. In faith, I cannot imagine any shadow could now roam amongst the flowers and boughs of this fair land… yet messengers came to Minas Tirith, calling for aid, telling us of an evil that they say dwells now not a day's march from the Dead Marshes.'
'The Dead Marshes?' Faramir looked thoughtful. 'Fell things dwell there indeed, but none have come thence and taken abode in Ithilien. I know not of what you speak, Elessar; Ithilien has not been defiled by any creature, fell or no, since our departure from Minas Tirith, many, many months back.' The Lady Eowyn looked at the King.
'Even so, it should be looked to, for if the roots of evil are cut away from the first, then it shall grow no more.' The King nodded at her.
'Like to my counsel indeed. I leave tomorrow, with the company I have brought hither, of cavalry and able bowmen.'
'Then let us speak no more of this evil,' said Faramir. 'There is cause for rejoicing; we shall be merry and ponder not the doom of tomorrow.' He beckoned for a steward to serve them, and they ate and talked gladly of many things, deep into the night.
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Faramir stood beside the window of Henneth Annûn, looking out upon Ithilien, just as the first rays of the sun were warming the slumbering reaches of the green land. As he looked out to the north, he espied a small figure moving swiftly towards Henneth Annûn, yet a long way off. As he looked more closely he could see that it was a messenger in the gear of Gondor's soldiers. He waited anxiously for a few minutes, but although the rider drew closer, he could see that it would be a while before he reached Henneth Annûn. Sighing, he turned around and went back into the halls.
Some time later, after having eaten a light breakfast, the steward came up to Faramir's seat at the head of the table.
'My lord, a messenger of King Elessar has presented himself at the gate, and wishes to speak with you most urgently. Shall I bid him enter?' Faramir nodded. The steward went out of the dining room, and soon reappeared with the messenger. It was indeed he whom Faramir had seen from so far off, in the clothing of the guard of Gondor.
'My lord and lady,' said the messenger, bowing before Faramir and Eowyn.
'I come as a forerunner of the king's company that set out from here five days hence. The king bids me tell you that he has ridden to the borders of Greenwood the Great, and has found no trace of that which was reported.'
'Then 'twas but a rumour?' said the Lady Eowyn anxiously.
'So it doth seem, after a thorough search of the northern land hath yielded no clue to any evil dwelling,' replied the messenger. Faramir nodded. 'Then it is well. When arrives the king?'
'He bade me say that although he would return by Henneth Annûn two days hence, his stay could not be for more than one night, as he has long been away from the White City.' Eowyn nodded understandingly.
'Tis hard when a lord is away long from his people.'
'Now get thee hence, and bid the servants give you a room. You may rest here until the coming of your lord,' said Faramir. The messenger bowed and left the hall. Eowyn turned to Faramir.
'Happy am I that these lands are safe,' she said to her husband, looking down at the sleeping babe in her arms. Faramir nodded.
'Indeed. 'Twould be an evil fate were a shadow to fall upon fair Ithilien.'
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A/n: So what d'you think? Should I do more chapters? It should actually get better later on, because it fast forwards to about 20 years later.
If I get anything wrong about Eldarion (later chapters…) and stuff, sorry. I've only read lotr, so I don't know if Tolkien gave any more information about him other than that he was Aragorn's son… And also, if you haven't read the Silmarillion, there might be a few little bits that don't make sense – sorry, I couldn't resist putting them in.
Anyway, if you liked it – or even if you didn't – please, please, please review. Please? *does puppy dog eyes* Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssse?
Ok, on with the story. This is my first fic, so please, please, pleeeaaase be nice and review! It might be some time before I post the other chapters (due to voluminous quantities of graphics coursework), but I'll try and do them fairly quickly… that is, if people give me any nice reviews. Flames will be used to warm hands on, as central heating doesn't work properly in the study.
This first chapter takes place about a year after the crowning of Elessar/Aragorn/etc. Btw, how many names can one bloke have? Honestly, some people…;-) Oh yeah, and Éowyn's just – well, read it.
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1: Born of moonlight
The Lord of Ithilien smiled as he looked down at his wife, the Lady Éowyn of the Rohirrim, who held a small bundle in her arms. He took her hand, and helped her to stand by the bed. Leaning on his strong arm, she slowly walked through the bedroom door and into the ornately carven hall of the fine dwelling at Henneth Anun. She smiled as she saw the table full of anxiously waiting faces that broke into smiles and cries of joy as she walked in. Faramir took her hand, leading her to a cushioned seat on a dais at the head of the table, on which were set two other places, one seat for Faramir, and one laid in honour of the regal figure that was seated there now.
'Elessar,' said Eowyn, smiling. 'Your presence here honours me greatly.' The stern-looking King of Gondor took her offered hand and kissed it, bidding her and her husband be seated on the two chairs on his side.
'No more than my chance to meet the heir of this happy land,' he replied, smiling at her. The Lord Faramir coughed.
'The heiress,' he said, with a twinkle in his eye. The King smiled.
'Indeed,' he said. 'By what name goeth this maiden of fair Ithilien?'
Eowyn looked at Faramir and smiled.
'She is named Isilmë, the silver moonlight that lighteth the way… indeed, for those that travel, ere the sun is risen, to greet a newborn lady,' said Faramir. 'For whence left our messenger for Gondor? But a day since.'
King Elessar's smile changed to a grim look.
'I wish it were so. In truth, 'tis not of hard night riding that I come by here; rather, but two nights hence, rumour reached Minas Tirith of a danger in the northern shadows of the Ephel Duath.' A look of concern came upon Faramir's face.
'Whence came this rumour? For 'twas not of the knowledge of the Lord of Ithilien. No shadow has appeared in our green lands.'
'Perhaps 'twas but an illusion, for no sign have we seen yet of this rumoured evil. In faith, I cannot imagine any shadow could now roam amongst the flowers and boughs of this fair land… yet messengers came to Minas Tirith, calling for aid, telling us of an evil that they say dwells now not a day's march from the Dead Marshes.'
'The Dead Marshes?' Faramir looked thoughtful. 'Fell things dwell there indeed, but none have come thence and taken abode in Ithilien. I know not of what you speak, Elessar; Ithilien has not been defiled by any creature, fell or no, since our departure from Minas Tirith, many, many months back.' The Lady Eowyn looked at the King.
'Even so, it should be looked to, for if the roots of evil are cut away from the first, then it shall grow no more.' The King nodded at her.
'Like to my counsel indeed. I leave tomorrow, with the company I have brought hither, of cavalry and able bowmen.'
'Then let us speak no more of this evil,' said Faramir. 'There is cause for rejoicing; we shall be merry and ponder not the doom of tomorrow.' He beckoned for a steward to serve them, and they ate and talked gladly of many things, deep into the night.
* * * * * * * *
Faramir stood beside the window of Henneth Annûn, looking out upon Ithilien, just as the first rays of the sun were warming the slumbering reaches of the green land. As he looked out to the north, he espied a small figure moving swiftly towards Henneth Annûn, yet a long way off. As he looked more closely he could see that it was a messenger in the gear of Gondor's soldiers. He waited anxiously for a few minutes, but although the rider drew closer, he could see that it would be a while before he reached Henneth Annûn. Sighing, he turned around and went back into the halls.
Some time later, after having eaten a light breakfast, the steward came up to Faramir's seat at the head of the table.
'My lord, a messenger of King Elessar has presented himself at the gate, and wishes to speak with you most urgently. Shall I bid him enter?' Faramir nodded. The steward went out of the dining room, and soon reappeared with the messenger. It was indeed he whom Faramir had seen from so far off, in the clothing of the guard of Gondor.
'My lord and lady,' said the messenger, bowing before Faramir and Eowyn.
'I come as a forerunner of the king's company that set out from here five days hence. The king bids me tell you that he has ridden to the borders of Greenwood the Great, and has found no trace of that which was reported.'
'Then 'twas but a rumour?' said the Lady Eowyn anxiously.
'So it doth seem, after a thorough search of the northern land hath yielded no clue to any evil dwelling,' replied the messenger. Faramir nodded. 'Then it is well. When arrives the king?'
'He bade me say that although he would return by Henneth Annûn two days hence, his stay could not be for more than one night, as he has long been away from the White City.' Eowyn nodded understandingly.
'Tis hard when a lord is away long from his people.'
'Now get thee hence, and bid the servants give you a room. You may rest here until the coming of your lord,' said Faramir. The messenger bowed and left the hall. Eowyn turned to Faramir.
'Happy am I that these lands are safe,' she said to her husband, looking down at the sleeping babe in her arms. Faramir nodded.
'Indeed. 'Twould be an evil fate were a shadow to fall upon fair Ithilien.'
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A/n: So what d'you think? Should I do more chapters? It should actually get better later on, because it fast forwards to about 20 years later.
If I get anything wrong about Eldarion (later chapters…) and stuff, sorry. I've only read lotr, so I don't know if Tolkien gave any more information about him other than that he was Aragorn's son… And also, if you haven't read the Silmarillion, there might be a few little bits that don't make sense – sorry, I couldn't resist putting them in.
Anyway, if you liked it – or even if you didn't – please, please, please review. Please? *does puppy dog eyes* Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssse?