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The Ring of Stars by Shelly
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Boromir had left and she had soaked herself in a long hot bath, she chose to spend the rest of the afternoon in the suite mending any tears their clothes had suffered during the past few days. It was calming work, and she often found her thoughts wandering to her father and how he was doing. She was no longer so upset at him for arranging her betrothal to Boromir as she loved her brave warrior deeply and had no doubt that he felt the same about her, but a little voice inside of her reminded her of her conversation with Faramir the night before the orcs attacked. She refused to listen to it, telling it to go away and leave her to her happiness.
Soon there was a knock on the door before it was opened, and she stood when she saw it was Boromir. She started to say something, but held it back as she saw he was upset about something from the way he looked, his face stern but obviously agitated. "What's wrong?" she asked when he said nothing but only poured himself a glass of wine which he drained in one gulp.
He set the glass down and turned his gaze towards her, managing to contain his anger with a supreme effort of his will. "My father has decided that I shall be the one to undertake the journey towards Imladris," he began. "My brother wished also to go, and we argued as a result of his desire to go. Then my father decreed that you also will go, and that was the main reasoning behind his decision for it to be me who goes instead of him. But for some reason it made Faramir argue even more that he should be the one to go, and it seemed that there was another motive involved besides the fact that my father needed me more than he needed him. I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light into my brother's motives."
A chill ran up her spine at the coldness of his words. "I'm afraid that Faramir's counsel is his own as I know nothing of what you speak. I am sure that he wishes only to protect Minas Tirith in the best way he knows."
"As do I. But are you sure that you know nothing of his thoughts? The night of the feast after our arrival, I recall he escorted you back here afterwards. I am sure you two spoke of something during the time you were gone. Or perhaps you spoke not at all to each other."
Anger replaced the fear that had come over her. "I hope you are not implying, my lord, that anything else happened that night."
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
"I don't understand why you are so angry with me all of a sudden because I spent some time with Faramir," she countered. "Must I remind you that it was your father that bid him to show me around the city while he spent his time with you? If he said anything it was in reply to any questions I might have had about the city."
He advanced on her and she took a step back, her eyes wide. "I would advise you to think hard about telling me the truth, my lady. I do not take too kindly to being lied to," he hissed.
She refused to back down before his anger. "And I do not like being accused of things which did not happen, especially by someone who I love more than anything in this world."
He searched her eyes, suspicion still in his own. "You're both still hiding something," he whispered.
She swallowed deeply. "If indeed something is being hidden, it is not from you," she replied.
"Then who is it being hidden from?" he asked, some of his anger fading as he was finally getting somewhere.
She sighed as she became tired of fighting with him. "Faramir suspects another motive behind your father's decision to accept my father's proposal of marriage between you and I."
"My brother has an overactive imagination," he sneered.
"That may be true, but I would not dismiss his words so easily. From the few times I have been in presence of your father, I have sensed he has secrets which he keeps to himself, secrets which may end up destroying everything he seeks to protect."
"My lady, I know my father. He has wanted nothing but to ensure the safety of the people of Gondor. He is a man of honor, willing to do anything to see the evil at our borders be destroyed one day so that we may live the rest of our days in peace. He has devoted his entire life to Gondor as have I," he added vehemently.
"A noble purpose, Boromir, but be careful that in your pursuit of that dream you do not destroy others with your ambition. What may appear to be the perfect solution may turn out to be just the opposite."
"I don't believe this," he laughed. "You claim to love me, yet you have no understanding of the need I have to defend my country. Do you truly wish to see the forces of Mordor destroy everything and everyone?"
"No, I do not," she answered. "And if you claim to love me as much as you say you do, then you would know that is not what I wish to happen."
His eyes became as cold as ice. "Then I guess we never knew each other that well in the first place," he said.
She breathed deeply against the pain that began to surface. "You would let something like this come between us?" she asked.
"I am very serious when it comes to my father's honor and the safety of Gondor. If you doubt my father then you do the same to me, and therefore you care nothing for me and for Gondor," he replied, his voice betraying nothing of his emotions. "The needs of my country come first before mine, although at one time I had thought otherwise."
She felt the tears forming at the back of her throat. "Then I guess things changed once you had gotten what you wanted from me. You got your one night, now you're ready to fight for your country, is that it?" she whispered.
Then for the first time she saw something of the pain he was going through. "You can believe what you wish, but I had hoped there was a future for us."
The first tears traced silvery tracks down her cheeks. "Please, don't sully your honor by lying to me," she spat. "Just leave before it goes any further."
His eyes returned to their iciness of before. "Fine," he said, heading towards the door and jerking it open."I hope you and my brother live happily ever after," he said in parting as he walked out the door.
She stepped over and grabbed the wine bottle, hurling it at the door just as it closed and scattering broken pieces of glass all over the floor as it shattered against it. She couldn't help but think how her heart felt the same way as she sunk to the floor, her shoulders shaking as she cried out her pain.
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The Ring of Stars by Shelly
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Boromir had left and she had soaked herself in a long hot bath, she chose to spend the rest of the afternoon in the suite mending any tears their clothes had suffered during the past few days. It was calming work, and she often found her thoughts wandering to her father and how he was doing. She was no longer so upset at him for arranging her betrothal to Boromir as she loved her brave warrior deeply and had no doubt that he felt the same about her, but a little voice inside of her reminded her of her conversation with Faramir the night before the orcs attacked. She refused to listen to it, telling it to go away and leave her to her happiness.
Soon there was a knock on the door before it was opened, and she stood when she saw it was Boromir. She started to say something, but held it back as she saw he was upset about something from the way he looked, his face stern but obviously agitated. "What's wrong?" she asked when he said nothing but only poured himself a glass of wine which he drained in one gulp.
He set the glass down and turned his gaze towards her, managing to contain his anger with a supreme effort of his will. "My father has decided that I shall be the one to undertake the journey towards Imladris," he began. "My brother wished also to go, and we argued as a result of his desire to go. Then my father decreed that you also will go, and that was the main reasoning behind his decision for it to be me who goes instead of him. But for some reason it made Faramir argue even more that he should be the one to go, and it seemed that there was another motive involved besides the fact that my father needed me more than he needed him. I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light into my brother's motives."
A chill ran up her spine at the coldness of his words. "I'm afraid that Faramir's counsel is his own as I know nothing of what you speak. I am sure that he wishes only to protect Minas Tirith in the best way he knows."
"As do I. But are you sure that you know nothing of his thoughts? The night of the feast after our arrival, I recall he escorted you back here afterwards. I am sure you two spoke of something during the time you were gone. Or perhaps you spoke not at all to each other."
Anger replaced the fear that had come over her. "I hope you are not implying, my lord, that anything else happened that night."
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
"I don't understand why you are so angry with me all of a sudden because I spent some time with Faramir," she countered. "Must I remind you that it was your father that bid him to show me around the city while he spent his time with you? If he said anything it was in reply to any questions I might have had about the city."
He advanced on her and she took a step back, her eyes wide. "I would advise you to think hard about telling me the truth, my lady. I do not take too kindly to being lied to," he hissed.
She refused to back down before his anger. "And I do not like being accused of things which did not happen, especially by someone who I love more than anything in this world."
He searched her eyes, suspicion still in his own. "You're both still hiding something," he whispered.
She swallowed deeply. "If indeed something is being hidden, it is not from you," she replied.
"Then who is it being hidden from?" he asked, some of his anger fading as he was finally getting somewhere.
She sighed as she became tired of fighting with him. "Faramir suspects another motive behind your father's decision to accept my father's proposal of marriage between you and I."
"My brother has an overactive imagination," he sneered.
"That may be true, but I would not dismiss his words so easily. From the few times I have been in presence of your father, I have sensed he has secrets which he keeps to himself, secrets which may end up destroying everything he seeks to protect."
"My lady, I know my father. He has wanted nothing but to ensure the safety of the people of Gondor. He is a man of honor, willing to do anything to see the evil at our borders be destroyed one day so that we may live the rest of our days in peace. He has devoted his entire life to Gondor as have I," he added vehemently.
"A noble purpose, Boromir, but be careful that in your pursuit of that dream you do not destroy others with your ambition. What may appear to be the perfect solution may turn out to be just the opposite."
"I don't believe this," he laughed. "You claim to love me, yet you have no understanding of the need I have to defend my country. Do you truly wish to see the forces of Mordor destroy everything and everyone?"
"No, I do not," she answered. "And if you claim to love me as much as you say you do, then you would know that is not what I wish to happen."
His eyes became as cold as ice. "Then I guess we never knew each other that well in the first place," he said.
She breathed deeply against the pain that began to surface. "You would let something like this come between us?" she asked.
"I am very serious when it comes to my father's honor and the safety of Gondor. If you doubt my father then you do the same to me, and therefore you care nothing for me and for Gondor," he replied, his voice betraying nothing of his emotions. "The needs of my country come first before mine, although at one time I had thought otherwise."
She felt the tears forming at the back of her throat. "Then I guess things changed once you had gotten what you wanted from me. You got your one night, now you're ready to fight for your country, is that it?" she whispered.
Then for the first time she saw something of the pain he was going through. "You can believe what you wish, but I had hoped there was a future for us."
The first tears traced silvery tracks down her cheeks. "Please, don't sully your honor by lying to me," she spat. "Just leave before it goes any further."
His eyes returned to their iciness of before. "Fine," he said, heading towards the door and jerking it open."I hope you and my brother live happily ever after," he said in parting as he walked out the door.
She stepped over and grabbed the wine bottle, hurling it at the door just as it closed and scattering broken pieces of glass all over the floor as it shattered against it. She couldn't help but think how her heart felt the same way as she sunk to the floor, her shoulders shaking as she cried out her pain.
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