Lady B

Chapter 14

Vivien

Dear Journal,

Well, you'd be correct in assuming that I did not stick around to hear Boromir make his 'charming' announcement, oh no! I was not having bunches of random strangers tell me how 'quaint' I was and asking what he would name our first child, what a revolting idea!

No, instead I Zippy Walter, sorry Errin of Rohan hotfooted it back to my room, only to find Walter had eaten that wretched pink ribbon.

I'd just managed to get my hair out of the evil hair pinching hairclips of dooooom, when there was a knock on the door. I was a bit worried that it was Boromir come to serenade me or something (a terrifying thought, he is a vile singer), so just in case I grabbed my hairbrush ready to beat him to death with it if he tried to get a bit, er, over friendly.

However to my relief stood outside the door was good old Faramir.

'Oh' I said dully.

I wasn't really in the mood for seeing any of his family. He gave me a weak smile, then noticed the hairbrush I was still brandishing like some kind of sword. He raised an eyebrow, and blushing I threw the brush onto my bed.

'So…how are you?' He asked awkwardly. I glared at him.

'Oh finnnnnne, delightful, simply wonderful.' I gave him the most fake smile I could manage 'What colour do you think my wedding dress should be?'

He rolled his eyes this time. 'They can't force you to marry him, I'm sure he's as against the idea of you are.'

I felt mildly annoyed, what was wrong with me! Then banishing the idea I frowned.

'Wont Mr duty do whatever daddy dearest tells him to?'

'Well…' Faramir began, obviously trying to lie his way out of my question.

'Exactly!' I snapped, 'I'm going to have to find my way out of this alone…..'

I paced around my room a bit, trying to look pensive, while in reality thinking of crazy schemes to get out of this marriage. I'd just got to hiding in a wine barrel and dropping myself into the river when Faramir gave a cough.

'Well? Got a plan?'

'Erm, erm I'll er disguise myself as a boy and err seek my fortune.' I suggested randomly, remembering the heroine in one of my favourite novels had done pretty much that.

'Bad plan.' Countered Faramir 'You wouldn't last two minutes. You'd get yourself killed in a pub brawl started over that wretched toad.'

I sighed and gave him an annoyed look, though, to be perfectly honest I didn't really want to go rampaging into the wilds.

'Ok, I could er, get er married to somebody else first!' That could actually work, I could go speed courting or something.

'Sadly, that scheme won't work.'

Faramir and I both spun around this time, Denethor was stood in the doorway smirking slightly.

(Feeling oddly brave, though subconsciously picking up the hairbrush again) I turned and demanded;

'And why not?'

'Because, your engagement to my eldest son is common knowledge and any man who er, involves himself with you, will have me to deal with.' He smirked that unpleasant smirk of his.

'You mean you've scared them all off! Every man in Middle Earth?' I yelled, finally loosing it and lobbing the hairbrush at him, it bounced off his forehead with a satisfying 'thunk'.

'Enough!' He snapped glaring at me.

'Errin you will come to realise how great an honour this marriage is! Until then….' He glared around the room, and I glared back.

'You are forbidden from seeing Faramir, or er, er attending dancing lessons!'

And with that he stormed out of the room, Faramir followed, giving me a heavy smile. I slammed the door shut on the lot of them before sinking down on my bed.

I couldn't help but laugh slightly at his idea of a fearful punishment, ban me from dancing lessons? Oh the humanity.

I'd just got changed out of my ridiculas dress and was changing into my nightgown when I heard another set of stomping feet and another argument going on.

'Honestly Boromir, you can't force her to marry you!' That was Faramir's voice, good he was taking my side!

'She's a silly girl, she doesn't know what she wants yet.' Boromir snapped back, and I thumped the desk pretending it was his ugly head.

'Well…' Faramir was obviously trying to reason with his brother, 'She doesn't want you….'

'She does.' His arrogant bastard of a brother replied, 'Believe me she does.'

Of all the blasted cheek!

A/N: Sorry it took me so long, sorry it's so short (hugs poor readers) but I promise I'll be updating a lot more regularly now, may the 'romance' begin (winks).