Just realized I needed to add one of these.
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters or locations mentioned in this
story. They are all the work of the incredibly talented author, Mr. J.R.R.
Tolkien.
Chapter 4- Beautiful?
She had wished to appear beautiful? That was the most lighthearted our conversations had ever been. Often we had talked about the death and loss that seemed to be surrounding us every day, and the Lady had hinted at some deeply hidden pain that she wished to keep dormant forever. But never had we discussed anything of a nature like this.
I, in fact, had never discussed anything like this is my life. How did I respond to such a comment? I didn't know the Lady that well, but I assumed she was not the kind that would fish for compliments. Still, something had to be said.
"Well that wasn't too hard was it," I asked, hoping there hadn't been too much of a pause that would make the situation awkward. Unfortunately, even I noticed how unsure my voice sounded and how corny the comment had been.
I can't even begin to describe the look on her Ladyship's face. It started out as one of disbelief, but slowly crept into one of suppressed laughter.
"I'm guessing you haven't spoken to many women in your life my Lord," she said while cracking a huge grin.
"Well you would be right there, Milady. I've spent most of it either here with my men, or off fighting with my Rangers. You already know my mother died when I was still a child, so I never really had any contact with women. I see a distant cousins at holiday gatherings, but that is it," I offered as meager explanation.
"I would day that you've had about the same experience with women that I have had," I replied in jest. "Or you wouldn't have had so much trouble putting that dress on this morning!"
I turned to her to observe the triumph of my joke, and instead saw a fist approaching my face. And believe me, it hurt.
"It's a custom Lord," the Lady started after a pause, "that women of royal houses should be shown the utmost respect. And any true man would never make fun of an injured one at that."
As my eye started to readjust to the light, I started to utter a reply, but instead noticed the biggest smile I'd ever seen. The Lady had once again found it fun to laugh at my expense.
"Well, Lady of Rohan, it appears you aren't as frozen as everyone thought you were. In fact, you seem to have a very bad sense of humor." After quickly uttering these words I began to run across the gardens, thankful to the many layers of white fabric that gave me an advantage over my angry pursuer.
A/N: To all my reviewers: Thank you so much. Your words are my biggest encouragement. I also know how hard it is waiting for an update on your favorite stories, so thanks for your patience. The story is also taking a slower pace than most, so hang in there. There is still some mirror imagery in here, and I welcome everyone's interpretation to what it is.
So: Please keep those reviews coming, whether you be a newcomer or a regular. -Malta
Chapter 4- Beautiful?
She had wished to appear beautiful? That was the most lighthearted our conversations had ever been. Often we had talked about the death and loss that seemed to be surrounding us every day, and the Lady had hinted at some deeply hidden pain that she wished to keep dormant forever. But never had we discussed anything of a nature like this.
I, in fact, had never discussed anything like this is my life. How did I respond to such a comment? I didn't know the Lady that well, but I assumed she was not the kind that would fish for compliments. Still, something had to be said.
"Well that wasn't too hard was it," I asked, hoping there hadn't been too much of a pause that would make the situation awkward. Unfortunately, even I noticed how unsure my voice sounded and how corny the comment had been.
I can't even begin to describe the look on her Ladyship's face. It started out as one of disbelief, but slowly crept into one of suppressed laughter.
"I'm guessing you haven't spoken to many women in your life my Lord," she said while cracking a huge grin.
"Well you would be right there, Milady. I've spent most of it either here with my men, or off fighting with my Rangers. You already know my mother died when I was still a child, so I never really had any contact with women. I see a distant cousins at holiday gatherings, but that is it," I offered as meager explanation.
"I would day that you've had about the same experience with women that I have had," I replied in jest. "Or you wouldn't have had so much trouble putting that dress on this morning!"
I turned to her to observe the triumph of my joke, and instead saw a fist approaching my face. And believe me, it hurt.
"It's a custom Lord," the Lady started after a pause, "that women of royal houses should be shown the utmost respect. And any true man would never make fun of an injured one at that."
As my eye started to readjust to the light, I started to utter a reply, but instead noticed the biggest smile I'd ever seen. The Lady had once again found it fun to laugh at my expense.
"Well, Lady of Rohan, it appears you aren't as frozen as everyone thought you were. In fact, you seem to have a very bad sense of humor." After quickly uttering these words I began to run across the gardens, thankful to the many layers of white fabric that gave me an advantage over my angry pursuer.
A/N: To all my reviewers: Thank you so much. Your words are my biggest encouragement. I also know how hard it is waiting for an update on your favorite stories, so thanks for your patience. The story is also taking a slower pace than most, so hang in there. There is still some mirror imagery in here, and I welcome everyone's interpretation to what it is.
So: Please keep those reviews coming, whether you be a newcomer or a regular. -Malta