Chapter 5- The All White Lady
Ugh, yet another sleepless night in the Houses of Healing, yay. Yet these nights are very different from the ones I first experienced in the Houses. When I first arrived, I was unable to sleep due to pain. My arm was still hurting, my uncle had just died, and the King had left for the East.
Now I was up late at night because I had spent almost most of my day doing nothing. Oddly enough, you think my body would easily drift off to rest, but for some reason it refused to allow me to sleep.
During these nights, I tried to keep my mind occupied so that I wouldn't die of boredom. Usually my mind would drift to what I had been doing during the day, and this would typically lead to the time I had spent with Lord Faramir.
Over the last couple of days, it seemed that our relationship had changed. Instead of talking solely about the losses that we were dealt, we began to talk about other things. Our childhoods, likes, dislikes, even the weather was never out of our reach to discuss. We knew that the possible end of the world was upon us, but we chose to ignore it. We were our own buffers to the world, and often we tried to make each other laugh.
One of these incidents always stuck in my head and it was the day after I had punched my Lord in the face. For some unknown reason I had once again worn a white dress, and he couldn't help but point it out.
"My Lady, it seems you have once again decided to wear white. Are you sure don't have a preference for this color," he asked teasingly? It was hard to avoid that sparkle in his eye when he was about to get into some sort of mischief.
"Yes, my dear Lord Faramir, it was the dress that was on the top of my dresser, so I put it on," I said as Ipretended feigned exasperation at his question.
"No, no. I think there is a darker force at work here," here he began to chuckle. "Your subconscious makes you wear white because it knows it is the only color that will match your pale skin and hair."
Here he paused, thinking I would be able to come up with quick comeback so that our little sparring battle could carry on. Sadly, I couldn't come up with any. Unfortunately, he had noticed this and took advantage of the situation.
"Indeed, I think you are truly the White Lady of Rohan, and henceforth you should be known as nothing else by the people of Gondor." Even I knew that even he didn't have the kind of power to make such a ridiculous decree, but we both found the idea oddly funny.
Yet, even that and all the days since were fun. The pleasure we had at the expense of each other seemed to make both of us happy. We were actually becoming friends. Which to me is really odd. The only men I have had this much contact with in my life have only been relatives, or men I thought I had loved. Yet I welcomed the change, Faramir was a different kind of man.
Ugh, yet another sleepless night in the Houses of Healing, yay. Yet these nights are very different from the ones I first experienced in the Houses. When I first arrived, I was unable to sleep due to pain. My arm was still hurting, my uncle had just died, and the King had left for the East.
Now I was up late at night because I had spent almost most of my day doing nothing. Oddly enough, you think my body would easily drift off to rest, but for some reason it refused to allow me to sleep.
During these nights, I tried to keep my mind occupied so that I wouldn't die of boredom. Usually my mind would drift to what I had been doing during the day, and this would typically lead to the time I had spent with Lord Faramir.
Over the last couple of days, it seemed that our relationship had changed. Instead of talking solely about the losses that we were dealt, we began to talk about other things. Our childhoods, likes, dislikes, even the weather was never out of our reach to discuss. We knew that the possible end of the world was upon us, but we chose to ignore it. We were our own buffers to the world, and often we tried to make each other laugh.
One of these incidents always stuck in my head and it was the day after I had punched my Lord in the face. For some unknown reason I had once again worn a white dress, and he couldn't help but point it out.
"My Lady, it seems you have once again decided to wear white. Are you sure don't have a preference for this color," he asked teasingly? It was hard to avoid that sparkle in his eye when he was about to get into some sort of mischief.
"Yes, my dear Lord Faramir, it was the dress that was on the top of my dresser, so I put it on," I said as Ipretended feigned exasperation at his question.
"No, no. I think there is a darker force at work here," here he began to chuckle. "Your subconscious makes you wear white because it knows it is the only color that will match your pale skin and hair."
Here he paused, thinking I would be able to come up with quick comeback so that our little sparring battle could carry on. Sadly, I couldn't come up with any. Unfortunately, he had noticed this and took advantage of the situation.
"Indeed, I think you are truly the White Lady of Rohan, and henceforth you should be known as nothing else by the people of Gondor." Even I knew that even he didn't have the kind of power to make such a ridiculous decree, but we both found the idea oddly funny.
Yet, even that and all the days since were fun. The pleasure we had at the expense of each other seemed to make both of us happy. We were actually becoming friends. Which to me is really odd. The only men I have had this much contact with in my life have only been relatives, or men I thought I had loved. Yet I welcomed the change, Faramir was a different kind of man.