The Love of a Lady
Chapter 1
She looked out of her window and sighed. It had been a long day, a long week, a long year even. She hadn't felt right since he left. It had been a year and 2 weeks exactly since he'd ridden out of the city of Minas Tirith, sitting nobly on the horse. He had looked back at her, standing on the balcony with one hand raised in a lover's farewell. She had received no news of him beside the dream and she feared the worst. And hand tapped her on the shoulder, 'My Lady, the Lord Denethor is waiting your presence in the dining hall.' 'I'll be there in a minute, Wermel.' She waited until the footsteps had disappeared down cold, stone steps before turning around. A single tear rolled down her cheek, splashing onto her neck and vanishing in the auburn hair that hung around her shoulders. Descending down the steps, it occurred to Towlan that no one had even bothered to find out what happened to him but all thoughts vanished from her mind as she entered the well-lit room where Denethor was sitting at the end of the table and various other lords of Gondor were arrayed around the table. Lord Faramir, her brother in law, rose and offered Towlan a seat next to him; she smiled as she sat down. The conversation at the dinner table was of little interest to Towlan, mainly politics and anyway, her mind was racing with excitement as a plan hatched in her head. Towlan stood up and all noise died away. 'Excuse me,' she said, 'I have important business to attend to.' With that, she turned and left the hall, knowing that all eyes were on her with questioning gazes. The lady hurried to her room, and, throwing a cloak around her shoulders slipped out of the building. The sun was setting around her and high above; the first stars were glimmering in the heavens. Towlan made her way across the streets, picking up her skirts from around her ankles as she hopped along the stones. Her spirits were unusually high as she knocked on the house of the Lord and Lady Clamorn. A servant opened the door and she was admitted into the house. Sitting in the library of the house was Towlan's good friend Marlina. Marlina looked up and smiled as she recognised the Lady standing before her. She dropped the book and stood up to hug her old friend. Marlina offered her guest a seat, 'What can do for you? It's not often that I have a chance to entertain you these days.' They whispered well into the night, talking of old things and new, but always their conversation came back to the idea that had previously formed in Towlan's mind earlier on. As the cock crowed to herald the arising dawn, Towlan took her leave, a red glow alight in her cheeks and a smile of hope playing on her lips that had not been seen for a very long time.
A/N: Here is the first Chapter, sorry that it's pretty short but if you guys read and review fairly quickly then the next one will be up pretty soon! P.S. This is my first fanfic, so be nice!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they all belong to J.R.R Tolkien.
Chapter 1
She looked out of her window and sighed. It had been a long day, a long week, a long year even. She hadn't felt right since he left. It had been a year and 2 weeks exactly since he'd ridden out of the city of Minas Tirith, sitting nobly on the horse. He had looked back at her, standing on the balcony with one hand raised in a lover's farewell. She had received no news of him beside the dream and she feared the worst. And hand tapped her on the shoulder, 'My Lady, the Lord Denethor is waiting your presence in the dining hall.' 'I'll be there in a minute, Wermel.' She waited until the footsteps had disappeared down cold, stone steps before turning around. A single tear rolled down her cheek, splashing onto her neck and vanishing in the auburn hair that hung around her shoulders. Descending down the steps, it occurred to Towlan that no one had even bothered to find out what happened to him but all thoughts vanished from her mind as she entered the well-lit room where Denethor was sitting at the end of the table and various other lords of Gondor were arrayed around the table. Lord Faramir, her brother in law, rose and offered Towlan a seat next to him; she smiled as she sat down. The conversation at the dinner table was of little interest to Towlan, mainly politics and anyway, her mind was racing with excitement as a plan hatched in her head. Towlan stood up and all noise died away. 'Excuse me,' she said, 'I have important business to attend to.' With that, she turned and left the hall, knowing that all eyes were on her with questioning gazes. The lady hurried to her room, and, throwing a cloak around her shoulders slipped out of the building. The sun was setting around her and high above; the first stars were glimmering in the heavens. Towlan made her way across the streets, picking up her skirts from around her ankles as she hopped along the stones. Her spirits were unusually high as she knocked on the house of the Lord and Lady Clamorn. A servant opened the door and she was admitted into the house. Sitting in the library of the house was Towlan's good friend Marlina. Marlina looked up and smiled as she recognised the Lady standing before her. She dropped the book and stood up to hug her old friend. Marlina offered her guest a seat, 'What can do for you? It's not often that I have a chance to entertain you these days.' They whispered well into the night, talking of old things and new, but always their conversation came back to the idea that had previously formed in Towlan's mind earlier on. As the cock crowed to herald the arising dawn, Towlan took her leave, a red glow alight in her cheeks and a smile of hope playing on her lips that had not been seen for a very long time.
A/N: Here is the first Chapter, sorry that it's pretty short but if you guys read and review fairly quickly then the next one will be up pretty soon! P.S. This is my first fanfic, so be nice!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they all belong to J.R.R Tolkien.