Disclaimer: Cordelia and Kristian are mine. Isarak and Tarak belong to Isarak2001. Any recognizable characters mentioned belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter Four
Minas Tirith.
Cordelia stood by the city wall, looking out over the Pallenor Fields. It was early evening and she had slipped away from her house to have some time to think. She did this most evenings.
She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her cousin come up behind her.
"Corey," came the voice from nearby. Cordelia turned around, to see Kristian standing behind her.
"What is it, Kristian?" she asked.
"Aunt Una sent me to find you. You shouldn't be out by yourself."
"Why?" Cordelia asked.
"Just do as I ask and come back to the house," Kristian said.
She turned away from the walls, and was about to follow him back to the house, when they became aware that someone else was nearby.
Isarak came out of his studies mumbling about being pulled away from his work. He was to go to the tower and meet with the king to discuss some "Important" matters. Hoping not to be seen, as people were always ready to ask of him his opinion on /something/. Skirting around the various buildings that lined the street and the city wall, he found that he approached a young couple. He ducked quickly between two houses, but was too late, they had already seen him. "Blast! Always people to intercept me!"
"Who was that?" Cordelia whispered, as the man ducked out of sight.
"He's a scholar, I think," Kristian replied. "I think he advises the king. We should see if he needs help."
Cordelia did not reply. Something about that man made her slightly uneasy.
Ignoring his cousin's hesitation, Kristian addressed the man. "Do you need help, sir?"
"Drat, I am indeed caught this time" the old man muttered under his breath." Coming out again and straightening his back, he spoke to them directly. "Ah no, I am fine, I am on my way to the King, as he asks of my service. I choose the most circuitous ways so as not to be caught by people asking for my advice." He winked and chuckled slightly.
"Sorry to have troubled you, sir," Cordelia said, speaking for the first time. "We'll be on our way and let you be on yours." She was in a hurry to get away from this strange man, and turned to walk off.
Kristian hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything else to Isarak.
Isarak smiled at the girl and then bowed as low as he could. "Thank you, and good evening Cordelia."
Slowly he began walking away.
Kristian watched as Isarak walked away, then turned and followed Cordelia back to the house.
After seeing Cordelia back to the house, Kristian went back out into the city. He had been in the guard for almost a year now, and he was in danger of being late, tonight, because of the time he had spent going after Cordelia.
Kris finally reached the guardroom, a few minutes late. Most of the guards were gone, on duty already, except for one, who was probably waiting for him to get there.
The lone guard stepped forward. "Kristian, why are you late? You /know/ what is expected of you, so why have you let me down /again/? You see the others have already left for duty." Tarak stared down his nose at Kris rather sternly, arms folded across his chest. Because of your absence anything could have happened, you /know/ the importance of your position! Now get going and don't let me catch you late again! Tarak grumbled as he left the guardhouse. "Why do they always snub me?"
Kris watched Tarak leave. 'Got a bit of a high opinion of yourself don't you,' he thought, turning to go to his position.
Kris stood at the wall, not far from where he had found Cordelia earlier, thinking about the encounters that evening. He knew that Cordelia had been useasy around Isarak, and he seemed to remember hearing that Isarak and Tarak had some kind of association. He didn't know what it was, but maybe if he saw the other guard later that night, he would ask him if something was going on with Isarak.
Tarak walked quickly to his quarters in the fifth circle, where he lived with the king's advisor, Isarak. Isarak had been his tutor when Tarak was a boy. Now Tarak shared his quarters with his old teacher. Tarak was going to take leave of the city for the next couple of weeks to work in one of the tributary cities of Gondor.
Chapter Four
Minas Tirith.
Cordelia stood by the city wall, looking out over the Pallenor Fields. It was early evening and she had slipped away from her house to have some time to think. She did this most evenings.
She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her cousin come up behind her.
"Corey," came the voice from nearby. Cordelia turned around, to see Kristian standing behind her.
"What is it, Kristian?" she asked.
"Aunt Una sent me to find you. You shouldn't be out by yourself."
"Why?" Cordelia asked.
"Just do as I ask and come back to the house," Kristian said.
She turned away from the walls, and was about to follow him back to the house, when they became aware that someone else was nearby.
Isarak came out of his studies mumbling about being pulled away from his work. He was to go to the tower and meet with the king to discuss some "Important" matters. Hoping not to be seen, as people were always ready to ask of him his opinion on /something/. Skirting around the various buildings that lined the street and the city wall, he found that he approached a young couple. He ducked quickly between two houses, but was too late, they had already seen him. "Blast! Always people to intercept me!"
"Who was that?" Cordelia whispered, as the man ducked out of sight.
"He's a scholar, I think," Kristian replied. "I think he advises the king. We should see if he needs help."
Cordelia did not reply. Something about that man made her slightly uneasy.
Ignoring his cousin's hesitation, Kristian addressed the man. "Do you need help, sir?"
"Drat, I am indeed caught this time" the old man muttered under his breath." Coming out again and straightening his back, he spoke to them directly. "Ah no, I am fine, I am on my way to the King, as he asks of my service. I choose the most circuitous ways so as not to be caught by people asking for my advice." He winked and chuckled slightly.
"Sorry to have troubled you, sir," Cordelia said, speaking for the first time. "We'll be on our way and let you be on yours." She was in a hurry to get away from this strange man, and turned to walk off.
Kristian hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything else to Isarak.
Isarak smiled at the girl and then bowed as low as he could. "Thank you, and good evening Cordelia."
Slowly he began walking away.
Kristian watched as Isarak walked away, then turned and followed Cordelia back to the house.
After seeing Cordelia back to the house, Kristian went back out into the city. He had been in the guard for almost a year now, and he was in danger of being late, tonight, because of the time he had spent going after Cordelia.
Kris finally reached the guardroom, a few minutes late. Most of the guards were gone, on duty already, except for one, who was probably waiting for him to get there.
The lone guard stepped forward. "Kristian, why are you late? You /know/ what is expected of you, so why have you let me down /again/? You see the others have already left for duty." Tarak stared down his nose at Kris rather sternly, arms folded across his chest. Because of your absence anything could have happened, you /know/ the importance of your position! Now get going and don't let me catch you late again! Tarak grumbled as he left the guardhouse. "Why do they always snub me?"
Kris watched Tarak leave. 'Got a bit of a high opinion of yourself don't you,' he thought, turning to go to his position.
Kris stood at the wall, not far from where he had found Cordelia earlier, thinking about the encounters that evening. He knew that Cordelia had been useasy around Isarak, and he seemed to remember hearing that Isarak and Tarak had some kind of association. He didn't know what it was, but maybe if he saw the other guard later that night, he would ask him if something was going on with Isarak.
Tarak walked quickly to his quarters in the fifth circle, where he lived with the king's advisor, Isarak. Isarak had been his tutor when Tarak was a boy. Now Tarak shared his quarters with his old teacher. Tarak was going to take leave of the city for the next couple of weeks to work in one of the tributary cities of Gondor.