Author's note: Oops! Thanks Twin03 for catching that! I meant to change it! Instead I have revised the chapter so the rating will remain the same. After all, I would like everyone to be able to read this and enjoy it! And I apologize if things seem to be moving a little slow but stick around as it will be picking up soon!
The Ring of Stars by Shelly
CHAPTER TWELVE
She stayed in her room until evening darkened the western horizon, packing what few belongings she had brought with her. No matter what Lord Denethor decreed she was not leaving Minas Tirith in Boromir's company, especially not after the way he had acted towards her earlier.
She heard a knock on her door and chose not to answer it, thinking it was Boromir come to beg for her forgiveness. If it was, he could wait for a little bit. Then her door opened and she was disappointed to see it was Faramir instead.
"I'm sorry, Lilli," he apologized quickly. "I didn't realize you were here." He started to leave, but she stopped him and invited him back inside. He stepped inside and immediately saw her things packed. "You're leaving?" he asked, hoping she would deny it.
"Yes, I am leaving. As soon as Aldarion and Tarcil come back."
"Then you will be waiting for a while as they are at the hall stuffing themselves full. I came from there at my father's request as he did not see you there."
"Then you can return and tell him that I do not wish to attend anymore of his little get-togethers. And if you see Aldarion and Tarcil you can tell them to retire for the night as I wish to get as far away from here as soon as possible," she grated between her teeth.
"My lady, whatever has you in such a foul mood?" he questioned.
"Oh, I take it you haven't spoken to your brother yet?" He shook his head. "Just this afternoon after your father met with you both, he paid a visit to me and demanded I tell him why you were acting so strangely. I told him I knew nothing then he accused me of spending too much time in your company. Then before he left he wished you and I the best of happiness."
Faramir was dumbfounded to say the least. "He thinks you and I--" He broke it off, unable to even say it as he had entertained many thoughts about them together.
She nodded her head emphatically. "Yes! And he also became angry at me because I don't see eye to eye with him when it comes to the protection of Gondor. He would use any weapon that seemed promising, even if there was a chance that it could very well destroy Gondor. But he's so thick-headed I can't make him see it."
"That's Boromir for you," he sighed. "Lilli, maybe if you made an appearance at the hall, it would make him realize how wrong he was."
Her face suddenly brightened as an idea popped into her head. "That sounds like a great idea," she practically purred, making him wonder if he would live to regret that suggestion.
About half an hour later, they walked together up to the doors of the hall, her arm resting in the crook of his elbow. She turned her face towards him, a small frown appearing. "Oh, Faramir, do cheer up," she pouted.
"I find that rather difficult when I suspect you're up to something that may mean trouble for me," he groaned.
She graced him with the brightest of smiles. "Would I ever do anything like that to you?" He started to answer and she shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Don't answer that."
He gently removed her finger. "I'm serious, Lilli. I have a suspicion that whatever you're planning will end up hurting my brother, and if so I will take absolutely no part in it."
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "You're no fun! Besides, this isn't going to hurt him...much." And before he could reply, she drug him inside the hall where he had no choice but to go along with whatever she had planned. They made their way up to the upper table where Boromir and his father sat, their eyes scanning the crowd, and she imagined they were both looking for the same thing: her.
When they finally saw her, she tried her hardest not to laugh at the expressions on their faces. Denenthor was practically livid as she suspected he had not expected her to show up. Boromir was merely glaring at her, knowing full well that she only came out of spite for him. They both stood when she arrived and she greeted Denethor first with a curtsy. "Good evening, my lord."
He nodded his head curtly in response. "Good evening, my lady. How kind of you to grace us with your presence."
She smiled. "And I have you to thank, my lord. If it wasn't for your kindness in sending Lord Faramir, I fear I would've still been resting in my room." She did the same before Boromir and held her hand out for him to take, which he placed a kiss on the back of. His grip was harsh and she fought against snatching her hand from his as she wanted to appear as if nothing was wrong.
Boromir fought to restrain himself from reaching over and shaking some sense into her. He had hoped she would attend tonight as he had planned to try and smooth things over between them, but one look at her smiling face had dashed all hopes of doing so. He knew very well what she was up to as she was merely trying to make him jealous by flaunting the one accusation he had made out of anger, although he was sure that nothing was going on between them as he knew his brother wouldn't do such a thing to him.
Faramir led her over to the other side of the table next to his brother and took the seat next to him as to separate him from her and keep anything from happening that may embarrass them both. She glared at him when she saw what he had done and he returned her gaze evenly until she looked away. He leaned close to her ear. "Lilli, please think before you do anything rash that will bring embarrassment to yourself and my brother," he cautioned.
She inhaled deeply as she looked out at the feasting crowd before her and spotted Aldarion and Tarcil enjoying themselves, a pang of guilt suddenly coming over her. She had been so caught up in her own problems she had neglected their company and had assumed they would be all right by themselves, which it appeared they were. "Like he wouldn't try the same thing?" she asked.
"No, he would not as he does not wish you to look like a fool in front of everybody. He loves you that much, Lilli. Can't you do the same for him?"
She sighed as she realized that he was right. It would do her no good to act like a child in front of so many, and would accomplish nothing except drive him further away from her. "Faramir, your words speak of a wisdom far beyond your years," she smiled, looking over at him.
He smiled his thanks, and she caught his brother gazing at both of them out of the corner of his eye. She vaguely heard music starting in the background as Faramir excused himself and vacated his seat to make his way down to the dancers that had filled the floor below them. Her gaze locked with Boromir's and she found herself unable to look away from their blue depths, her breath catching as he rose from his seat and approached her.
"Would you like to dance, my lady?" he offered, extending his hand to her.
She smiled as his tone had softened so that his voice flowed over her, the sound of it enticing to her ears. "I would be honored, my lord," she replied, sliding her soft hand into his.
He smiled and led her amongst the other dancers, his hand coming around her waist as she rested her hand on his broad shoulder, the feel of his arm around her bringing forth memories of the sweet love they had made the night before. Her fingers traveled up onto his neck and into the strands of hair lying on his shoulder as he pulled her closer with the slightest pressure of his hand on her back. Her heart pounded wildly within her chest, and it was a wonder everyone else did not hear it.
Boromir saw the differing emotions that crossed her face and knew she was having the same problem controlling them as he was whenever he was around her. He did not know what had brought about this sudden change in her attitude, but he was not one to complain if it brought her closer to him so that he may enjoy it. He let go of her hand long enough to caress her cheek, watching as her eyes drifted shut in longing, her head leaning into his touch, and he was entranced at how she looked when she was filled with desire. Indeed it enhanced his own desire to know that with a touch he could evoke such feelings within her.
She reached up to capture his hand in hers and hold it between them as her eyes opened and looked into his once more, seeing them shadowed with an intense longing that was matched by the one in her own heart. Unaware of her actions, she suddenly leaned up and brought her lips to his, unable to keep herself from feeling their soft pressure for long, moaning when his hand tightened around her waist and drew her even closer. His mouth slanted across hers as his kisses became more demanding, his tongue slipping into her mouth and stroking her own with a fiery passion that had her clinging to him in need.
He pulled away from her, his breath coming in hard pants as they looked into each other's eyes. "My lady, I fear that even in public I am not safe from the torture you inflict on me," he breathed.
She smiled as she reached up to touch his lips, her own breathing coming hard and fast. "And it is the same with me, my lord," she answered. "Although I believe it is nothing when compared to the torture of not having you here with me as I do not wish to be parted from you ever again."
He returned her smile, suddenly looking up as he saw his father rise to his feet and motion for the musicians to stop, his eyes suddenly lighting up with dismay.
The musicians stopped as the Steward commanded and waited for what he had to say, as did the entire hall. "Tonight I have a very special announcement to make," he began.
Boromir cursed under his breath and left Lillisandra standing dumbfounded amongst the dancers as he approached his father and stopped just at the edge of the crowd. "Father, no!" he hissed.
Denethor merely looked down at his son and smiled, a smile full of disapproval as he had seen for himself what kind of hold this elf had on his son. He had believed that Boromir cared nothing for her and that his son would still be loyal to him once he wed the little chit, but seeing them together had made him realize that his oldest did indeed love her and would do anything for her as evidence of his trying to stop him from his plans now before the damage was done. He was determined to see Gondor survive though and would do anything to see it done, even if he had to put his son through the worst pain of his life.
He drew himself higher and announced in a clear voice that echoed throughout the hall, "Tonight I have the honor of announcing that Lillisandra, Princess of Silmarion will be wed to my son, Boromir, as soon as they return from the errand I have set upon them. Thus will a lasting friendship be forged between Gondor and Silmarion for all time."
Numerous cheers and applause filled the hall with a sudden roar, but only two did not share in their joy. Boromir's eyes closed as he knew what this would mean to his relationship with Lillisandra, and he turned to find her eyes on him, wide and full of shock and betrayal.
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As I would always say about my friend in high school and her boyfriend, "They're at it again." It seems that lately they can't get a break. Thanks for reading and please review!
The Ring of Stars by Shelly
CHAPTER TWELVE
She stayed in her room until evening darkened the western horizon, packing what few belongings she had brought with her. No matter what Lord Denethor decreed she was not leaving Minas Tirith in Boromir's company, especially not after the way he had acted towards her earlier.
She heard a knock on her door and chose not to answer it, thinking it was Boromir come to beg for her forgiveness. If it was, he could wait for a little bit. Then her door opened and she was disappointed to see it was Faramir instead.
"I'm sorry, Lilli," he apologized quickly. "I didn't realize you were here." He started to leave, but she stopped him and invited him back inside. He stepped inside and immediately saw her things packed. "You're leaving?" he asked, hoping she would deny it.
"Yes, I am leaving. As soon as Aldarion and Tarcil come back."
"Then you will be waiting for a while as they are at the hall stuffing themselves full. I came from there at my father's request as he did not see you there."
"Then you can return and tell him that I do not wish to attend anymore of his little get-togethers. And if you see Aldarion and Tarcil you can tell them to retire for the night as I wish to get as far away from here as soon as possible," she grated between her teeth.
"My lady, whatever has you in such a foul mood?" he questioned.
"Oh, I take it you haven't spoken to your brother yet?" He shook his head. "Just this afternoon after your father met with you both, he paid a visit to me and demanded I tell him why you were acting so strangely. I told him I knew nothing then he accused me of spending too much time in your company. Then before he left he wished you and I the best of happiness."
Faramir was dumbfounded to say the least. "He thinks you and I--" He broke it off, unable to even say it as he had entertained many thoughts about them together.
She nodded her head emphatically. "Yes! And he also became angry at me because I don't see eye to eye with him when it comes to the protection of Gondor. He would use any weapon that seemed promising, even if there was a chance that it could very well destroy Gondor. But he's so thick-headed I can't make him see it."
"That's Boromir for you," he sighed. "Lilli, maybe if you made an appearance at the hall, it would make him realize how wrong he was."
Her face suddenly brightened as an idea popped into her head. "That sounds like a great idea," she practically purred, making him wonder if he would live to regret that suggestion.
About half an hour later, they walked together up to the doors of the hall, her arm resting in the crook of his elbow. She turned her face towards him, a small frown appearing. "Oh, Faramir, do cheer up," she pouted.
"I find that rather difficult when I suspect you're up to something that may mean trouble for me," he groaned.
She graced him with the brightest of smiles. "Would I ever do anything like that to you?" He started to answer and she shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Don't answer that."
He gently removed her finger. "I'm serious, Lilli. I have a suspicion that whatever you're planning will end up hurting my brother, and if so I will take absolutely no part in it."
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "You're no fun! Besides, this isn't going to hurt him...much." And before he could reply, she drug him inside the hall where he had no choice but to go along with whatever she had planned. They made their way up to the upper table where Boromir and his father sat, their eyes scanning the crowd, and she imagined they were both looking for the same thing: her.
When they finally saw her, she tried her hardest not to laugh at the expressions on their faces. Denenthor was practically livid as she suspected he had not expected her to show up. Boromir was merely glaring at her, knowing full well that she only came out of spite for him. They both stood when she arrived and she greeted Denethor first with a curtsy. "Good evening, my lord."
He nodded his head curtly in response. "Good evening, my lady. How kind of you to grace us with your presence."
She smiled. "And I have you to thank, my lord. If it wasn't for your kindness in sending Lord Faramir, I fear I would've still been resting in my room." She did the same before Boromir and held her hand out for him to take, which he placed a kiss on the back of. His grip was harsh and she fought against snatching her hand from his as she wanted to appear as if nothing was wrong.
Boromir fought to restrain himself from reaching over and shaking some sense into her. He had hoped she would attend tonight as he had planned to try and smooth things over between them, but one look at her smiling face had dashed all hopes of doing so. He knew very well what she was up to as she was merely trying to make him jealous by flaunting the one accusation he had made out of anger, although he was sure that nothing was going on between them as he knew his brother wouldn't do such a thing to him.
Faramir led her over to the other side of the table next to his brother and took the seat next to him as to separate him from her and keep anything from happening that may embarrass them both. She glared at him when she saw what he had done and he returned her gaze evenly until she looked away. He leaned close to her ear. "Lilli, please think before you do anything rash that will bring embarrassment to yourself and my brother," he cautioned.
She inhaled deeply as she looked out at the feasting crowd before her and spotted Aldarion and Tarcil enjoying themselves, a pang of guilt suddenly coming over her. She had been so caught up in her own problems she had neglected their company and had assumed they would be all right by themselves, which it appeared they were. "Like he wouldn't try the same thing?" she asked.
"No, he would not as he does not wish you to look like a fool in front of everybody. He loves you that much, Lilli. Can't you do the same for him?"
She sighed as she realized that he was right. It would do her no good to act like a child in front of so many, and would accomplish nothing except drive him further away from her. "Faramir, your words speak of a wisdom far beyond your years," she smiled, looking over at him.
He smiled his thanks, and she caught his brother gazing at both of them out of the corner of his eye. She vaguely heard music starting in the background as Faramir excused himself and vacated his seat to make his way down to the dancers that had filled the floor below them. Her gaze locked with Boromir's and she found herself unable to look away from their blue depths, her breath catching as he rose from his seat and approached her.
"Would you like to dance, my lady?" he offered, extending his hand to her.
She smiled as his tone had softened so that his voice flowed over her, the sound of it enticing to her ears. "I would be honored, my lord," she replied, sliding her soft hand into his.
He smiled and led her amongst the other dancers, his hand coming around her waist as she rested her hand on his broad shoulder, the feel of his arm around her bringing forth memories of the sweet love they had made the night before. Her fingers traveled up onto his neck and into the strands of hair lying on his shoulder as he pulled her closer with the slightest pressure of his hand on her back. Her heart pounded wildly within her chest, and it was a wonder everyone else did not hear it.
Boromir saw the differing emotions that crossed her face and knew she was having the same problem controlling them as he was whenever he was around her. He did not know what had brought about this sudden change in her attitude, but he was not one to complain if it brought her closer to him so that he may enjoy it. He let go of her hand long enough to caress her cheek, watching as her eyes drifted shut in longing, her head leaning into his touch, and he was entranced at how she looked when she was filled with desire. Indeed it enhanced his own desire to know that with a touch he could evoke such feelings within her.
She reached up to capture his hand in hers and hold it between them as her eyes opened and looked into his once more, seeing them shadowed with an intense longing that was matched by the one in her own heart. Unaware of her actions, she suddenly leaned up and brought her lips to his, unable to keep herself from feeling their soft pressure for long, moaning when his hand tightened around her waist and drew her even closer. His mouth slanted across hers as his kisses became more demanding, his tongue slipping into her mouth and stroking her own with a fiery passion that had her clinging to him in need.
He pulled away from her, his breath coming in hard pants as they looked into each other's eyes. "My lady, I fear that even in public I am not safe from the torture you inflict on me," he breathed.
She smiled as she reached up to touch his lips, her own breathing coming hard and fast. "And it is the same with me, my lord," she answered. "Although I believe it is nothing when compared to the torture of not having you here with me as I do not wish to be parted from you ever again."
He returned her smile, suddenly looking up as he saw his father rise to his feet and motion for the musicians to stop, his eyes suddenly lighting up with dismay.
The musicians stopped as the Steward commanded and waited for what he had to say, as did the entire hall. "Tonight I have a very special announcement to make," he began.
Boromir cursed under his breath and left Lillisandra standing dumbfounded amongst the dancers as he approached his father and stopped just at the edge of the crowd. "Father, no!" he hissed.
Denethor merely looked down at his son and smiled, a smile full of disapproval as he had seen for himself what kind of hold this elf had on his son. He had believed that Boromir cared nothing for her and that his son would still be loyal to him once he wed the little chit, but seeing them together had made him realize that his oldest did indeed love her and would do anything for her as evidence of his trying to stop him from his plans now before the damage was done. He was determined to see Gondor survive though and would do anything to see it done, even if he had to put his son through the worst pain of his life.
He drew himself higher and announced in a clear voice that echoed throughout the hall, "Tonight I have the honor of announcing that Lillisandra, Princess of Silmarion will be wed to my son, Boromir, as soon as they return from the errand I have set upon them. Thus will a lasting friendship be forged between Gondor and Silmarion for all time."
Numerous cheers and applause filled the hall with a sudden roar, but only two did not share in their joy. Boromir's eyes closed as he knew what this would mean to his relationship with Lillisandra, and he turned to find her eyes on him, wide and full of shock and betrayal.
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As I would always say about my friend in high school and her boyfriend, "They're at it again." It seems that lately they can't get a break. Thanks for reading and please review!
