The Red Rose of Gondor
Chapter Seven -
"Excuse me, milady," said a voice, and Belamir looked up with a start to see a young woman with long blonde hair standing in the doorway. "Would you mind if I ate with you?"
She shook her head and swallowed the bite of bread in her mouth before speaking. "Of course not," she said with a smile. "I have greatly missed the company of others. I spent long years alone."
The woman smiled, got herself a plate and drink and sat down. "My name is Eowyn. What is yours?"
"Belamir," she said, taking a sip from her cup. The water was cool and refreshing.
"That name sounds familiar, though I cannot recall where I may have heard it," Eowyn said, and smiled. "You have the look of the people of Gondor. Where do you hail from, Belamir?"
Belamir felt her cheeks flush. Sometimes she wished she could put a curse on Gandalf for never telling her of her origins. It often made for awkward situations when one could not recall where they came from. "From Isengard most recently, though I was not there of my own accord. Of where I was born, or where my parents reside, I have no idea or memory," she said with a sigh. "I spent all of my childhood traveling about. And you, Eowyn?"
"I am from here in Rohan. My mother is sister to the King," she said. "What is your age? For you look like but a child, yet your manner suggests you are much older, or else wise beyond your years."
Belamir laughed. "Apparently one does not age much when locked away in the dark and forgotten, for I am not wise, nor am I a child," she said and smiled. "Indeed, I have most likely seen more years than you."
Eowyn smiled. "I am in my twenty-third year."
"Then I have surpassed you. I have lived thirty-two years, and near enough thirty-three," said Belamir with a laugh.
Long after the meal was finished, the two women talked and laughed together. Their conversation carried late into the day, until a man pausing in the doorway interrupted them.
"Excuse me," he said, clearing his throat loudly. "Miss, will you be staying the night?"
Belamir shook her head. "No, I cannot. I should actually bee leaving. I fear I have tarried here too long," she said, getting up. "I have.things to do."
She pressed a few gold coins into the man's hand. "Give these to whomever it concerns. I need a good horse, and perhaps a sword, although it is not quite as necessary."
He nodded and waited as she and Eowyn said their good-byes. Belamir turned to her and smiled.
"Farewell, Bela, and good luck on whatever path you must take so urgently," said Eowyn, and the two quickly embraced before Belamir went to follow the man.
"Goodbye, Eowyn. I am certainly glad that to have found a friend in a place I had doubted I would be welcome," she said, and left down the Hall, hurrying to keep up with him.
Equipped with a sword, a few provisions, and a fast stallion, Belamir set off toward Bree. It was a long road, but the horse was fast and she made it to the small town sooner than she would have guessed. She entered the Prancing Pony just as night began to fall on the 29th day of September. The weather was bad, and she shook rain out of her hair as she stepped inside.
Ignoring the leers of strangers, she approached the bar. It took some time for the innkeeper to notice her. When he did, he took a double take and gasped. "Miss Bela?" he asked in amazement, gaping at her. "Is it really you?"
"Yes, Barliman, it's me, although I'd appreciate it if you kept your greetings more subtle," she said with a laugh. "I do not wish for everyone here to know my name."
He shook his head and laughed as well. "I had not seen you for so long, I had begun to think perhaps you had died! An' then you walk in here looking not but a year or two older than when I last saw you!"
She smiled, not in the mood to have a long conversation at the moment. "Perhaps you could give me a room?" she asked. "And a beer. I've someone I am supposed to meet, and I'm rather thirsty." She took a few more gold coins out of her pocket and placed them on the counter.
Barliman took the money and handed her a small key. "That's to room four. Go ahead and have a seat; I'll bring your drink to you as soon as it's ready."
She went and found a table in a corner and sat down. 'No use in being obvious.' she thought, 'He won't be expecting me here anyway.'
As the night wore on, Belamir began to lose hope. Maybe he just hadn't arrived yet, or worse, maybe she had missed him. She had just been about to go up to her room to sleep on it when four small, cloaked figures entered the inn. The one in front threw back his hood and approached the bar. She recognized the large, blue eyes.
"Frodo?" she whispered under her breath.
A/N: I know, I know, I've said that I was gonna get to Frodo, but it didn't work that way.he'll be in the next chapter, I promise!!! I'll get that up ASAP. Again, I promise. Not necessarily soon, but as soon as I can. No procrastinating this time! (
Being a band-geek, I must brag about this: I got picked for both District and County Band! Go me! Sorry.I'm very proud of me.had to let people know.
Disclaimer: I've gone over this six times already.hopefully you get the point by now.
I'm not Tolkien = I don't own Lord of the Rings
Yeah.hope you all understand..
Chapter Seven -
"Excuse me, milady," said a voice, and Belamir looked up with a start to see a young woman with long blonde hair standing in the doorway. "Would you mind if I ate with you?"
She shook her head and swallowed the bite of bread in her mouth before speaking. "Of course not," she said with a smile. "I have greatly missed the company of others. I spent long years alone."
The woman smiled, got herself a plate and drink and sat down. "My name is Eowyn. What is yours?"
"Belamir," she said, taking a sip from her cup. The water was cool and refreshing.
"That name sounds familiar, though I cannot recall where I may have heard it," Eowyn said, and smiled. "You have the look of the people of Gondor. Where do you hail from, Belamir?"
Belamir felt her cheeks flush. Sometimes she wished she could put a curse on Gandalf for never telling her of her origins. It often made for awkward situations when one could not recall where they came from. "From Isengard most recently, though I was not there of my own accord. Of where I was born, or where my parents reside, I have no idea or memory," she said with a sigh. "I spent all of my childhood traveling about. And you, Eowyn?"
"I am from here in Rohan. My mother is sister to the King," she said. "What is your age? For you look like but a child, yet your manner suggests you are much older, or else wise beyond your years."
Belamir laughed. "Apparently one does not age much when locked away in the dark and forgotten, for I am not wise, nor am I a child," she said and smiled. "Indeed, I have most likely seen more years than you."
Eowyn smiled. "I am in my twenty-third year."
"Then I have surpassed you. I have lived thirty-two years, and near enough thirty-three," said Belamir with a laugh.
Long after the meal was finished, the two women talked and laughed together. Their conversation carried late into the day, until a man pausing in the doorway interrupted them.
"Excuse me," he said, clearing his throat loudly. "Miss, will you be staying the night?"
Belamir shook her head. "No, I cannot. I should actually bee leaving. I fear I have tarried here too long," she said, getting up. "I have.things to do."
She pressed a few gold coins into the man's hand. "Give these to whomever it concerns. I need a good horse, and perhaps a sword, although it is not quite as necessary."
He nodded and waited as she and Eowyn said their good-byes. Belamir turned to her and smiled.
"Farewell, Bela, and good luck on whatever path you must take so urgently," said Eowyn, and the two quickly embraced before Belamir went to follow the man.
"Goodbye, Eowyn. I am certainly glad that to have found a friend in a place I had doubted I would be welcome," she said, and left down the Hall, hurrying to keep up with him.
Equipped with a sword, a few provisions, and a fast stallion, Belamir set off toward Bree. It was a long road, but the horse was fast and she made it to the small town sooner than she would have guessed. She entered the Prancing Pony just as night began to fall on the 29th day of September. The weather was bad, and she shook rain out of her hair as she stepped inside.
Ignoring the leers of strangers, she approached the bar. It took some time for the innkeeper to notice her. When he did, he took a double take and gasped. "Miss Bela?" he asked in amazement, gaping at her. "Is it really you?"
"Yes, Barliman, it's me, although I'd appreciate it if you kept your greetings more subtle," she said with a laugh. "I do not wish for everyone here to know my name."
He shook his head and laughed as well. "I had not seen you for so long, I had begun to think perhaps you had died! An' then you walk in here looking not but a year or two older than when I last saw you!"
She smiled, not in the mood to have a long conversation at the moment. "Perhaps you could give me a room?" she asked. "And a beer. I've someone I am supposed to meet, and I'm rather thirsty." She took a few more gold coins out of her pocket and placed them on the counter.
Barliman took the money and handed her a small key. "That's to room four. Go ahead and have a seat; I'll bring your drink to you as soon as it's ready."
She went and found a table in a corner and sat down. 'No use in being obvious.' she thought, 'He won't be expecting me here anyway.'
As the night wore on, Belamir began to lose hope. Maybe he just hadn't arrived yet, or worse, maybe she had missed him. She had just been about to go up to her room to sleep on it when four small, cloaked figures entered the inn. The one in front threw back his hood and approached the bar. She recognized the large, blue eyes.
"Frodo?" she whispered under her breath.
A/N: I know, I know, I've said that I was gonna get to Frodo, but it didn't work that way.he'll be in the next chapter, I promise!!! I'll get that up ASAP. Again, I promise. Not necessarily soon, but as soon as I can. No procrastinating this time! (
Being a band-geek, I must brag about this: I got picked for both District and County Band! Go me! Sorry.I'm very proud of me.had to let people know.
Disclaimer: I've gone over this six times already.hopefully you get the point by now.
I'm not Tolkien = I don't own Lord of the Rings
Yeah.hope you all understand..