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Mija: Thank you! And I'm trying to separate the dialogue and paragraphs as hard as I can but my computer is having a brain fart and it's not going over too well. Thanks for your review, I really appreciate it. :D
Usako: Thank you for your excitement. Yay! And yeah, I've always liked fairy tales and stuff like that too so thats why I absolutely looooooooooooove writing this story. :D And this time... I HAVE THE PLOT ALREADY ALL WORKED OUT!!! yay! I swear this has to be a first for that. lol. Thank you.
Aramer: I was kinda worried about all the whole adding another character into the story because I don't usually like reading those kind of stories because like yeah, they're usually girls who are like falling over themselves to get at Legolas or Aragorn or one of the other many hot peole they had cast in the movie. So, I'm really glad you like it, but I'm just gonna have to warn you all....
THIS IS A ROMANCE. . . yeah, this chapter is actually the start of the whole "mushy" bit. Sorry if it depresses you, the next chapter though, she kix some a$$. :D
Honora rode through the gates of the White City four days after the Ring had been destroyed to find the people of Gondor still in celebration. She had missed her masters coronation by one day and now they were waiting for some other grand event, but of what purpose no one knew.
"Honora!" She heard a name called as she came through the gates and was greeted by Legolas galloping towards her on a white steed.
She nodded in acknowledgement to him. "Legolas, it does me well to know you have not sustained injury in battle."
"As does it do me well to see you have not come to harm in those cursed lands." He said happily as he took one of her hands. "I thank you for calling to me in battle. I had lost hope and was ready to give up."
"You called to me, Legolas. I merely gave you comfort." She said softly and withdrew her hand. "Where is Lord Faramir?" She asked, changing the subject.
"He is in the Citadel, I believe. Or with the Lady Eowyn in the gardens to the House of Healing. I warn you, he has become fond of her." Legolas said dejectedly.
"Why would you need to warn me, Master Elf? It does my heart good to hear that a woman has finally won his heart." She said. "Faramir and I were never anything more than friends."
"I am sorry, My Lady, I did not mean to imply. . ." Legolas trailed off at a loss of words.
"It is quite alright, My Lord, many have assumed the same." She assured him as they rode towards the Citadel together.
"There is a banquet tonight, will you be attending?" Legolas asked.
"I am weary from my travels and I doubt I have anything in my wardrobe suitable for a royal banquet." She said apologetically.
"Then should I escort you to your chambers and ask Lord Faramir to come to you when you wake?" Legolas asked.
"That is a tempting offer, My Lord, and I would gladly accept if Lord Faramir had not called to me in urgency on my third day in Mordor." She said and motioned Anarvende into a trot.
"Honora." Legolas said as he quickened his own horse pace to keep up. "You will not lose me so easy. I owe you my life. Had you not, comforted me, as you say, in battle, I would have been slain."
Honora turned and put a finger onto his lips. "Do not say such things. How would you know? As a lesson to the future, My Lord, do not lose hope. Aiquen vanwa estel, vanwa ilya." (Whoever loses hope, loses all.)
Legolas slowly lowered his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss. " Hiruvalye nar er nya saro." (You are still my saviour.) He whispered as he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes slowly and let out a soft sigh. He gently kissed her again but it was cut short when Anarvende took an impatient step forward. She quietly laughed and turned away in embarrassment.
"Honora, there is no need to be embarrassed." He said and caressed her cheek.
"Don't, Legolas. Please, don't do that again." She said quietly and galloped away from him towards the Citadel.
"Honora, you are back! It does me well to see you again. How was your journey?" Faramir asked when she entered the Citadel. He had been waiting in the front room when she arrived, but she had a feeling it was not for her.
"I have fared well, My Lord. And you? I hear you have found a new interest." She answered as he stepped forward and embraced her in a hug of affection. "Is it she that you are waiting for?"
"You have amazing skills at perception, Honora." Faramir said.
"You would not wait for me at the door, My Lord. So tell me about her, friend, what is she like? How did you meet?" She asked.
"She is Eowyn, sister of Eomer, King of the Mark after King Theoden's unfortunate fall in battle. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. Long flowing tresses of golden hair and a strong and flawless beauty." He said with a sigh as he stared off into space.
"She indeed sounds wonderful, my Lord. How did you meet?" Honora asked, wishing that someday she may too have the feeling her friend was in now. Love. She had never experienced that. Not even in a family's definition, Saruman she knew had once cared for her, but only because of the magic ability within her. It was powerful, he said, and needed to be nurtured correctly.
"She tried to escape the House of Healing, for she too was injured in battle. Her brother was absolutely mortified when he found that she had ridden to battle in the guise of a man. She was struck by the Nazgul Lord and thought to be dead. I am thankful she is not. She wished to go back into battle as soon as she became conscious again but the Master Healer would not allow it.
"She came to me to try to get me to order the healer to let her go. I would not consent and she grew quite upset. She and I both longed for battle and so it was often that we would walk in the gardens of the House of Healing. That is how we met, Honora. And what of you? I hear you have quite the admirer." Faramir asked.
Honora rose a brow in question and Faramir laughed. "Do not look at me so! You know of whom I speak. The Elf that is slightly lacking in mind has become quite fond of you. Rumor has it a secret romance is brewing." Faramir jested.
"You know not of what you speak, Faramir. He is royalty, you know I hold a grudge against all Elven royalty. He is no exception." Honora said as her cheeks flushed a bright crimson at the remembrance of her and Legolas' stolen moment.
"Then why do you blush so? Is what my scout said true? Did they truly see your lips together only an hour ago at the gates?" Faramir jested.
"Hush, Faramir. I do not wish to speak of it, although, if it was seen by a scout of yours it will be gossiped about all over the city like a wild fire by nightfall. If the scout is who I believe it is, that is. Rior?" She said as she blushed another shade darker.
"Ah, you know my company much to well. But I will not speak of it to any other if you do not wish it to be so. But I must know, what happened between you and the Prince of Mirkwood in the dark of Mordor?" Faramir asked once more.
"I am not obligated to tell you any longer, Faramir, I am no longer in your service. But I will tell you because you are my friend. Nothing. Nothing happened in the dark of Mordor. We spoke, he told Lord Aragorn not to trust me and then we parted. I went to the ringbearer, he stayed with the Captains of the West. We spoke in mind once in battle and I told him not to give up hope until the battle was drawn. That is all there is to speak of of my relationship with Elven royalty." She said proudly.
"Ah, but you seem to have left out the best part. What happened at the gate? Continue with your tale." Faramir replied.
"There is no tale to tell. What Rior reported to you is all there is to know." She said and longed to change the subject for she was sure the color of her cheeks was now past that of a ripe cherry.
"A kiss for no reason in the middle of the street? Is that Elven tradition?" He jested.
"Enough from you. Why was it that you called me on my journey? What event had happened to worry you so?" She asked seriously.
Faramir's jovial mood quickly diminished at the mention of the urgent call. "I saw him again. The one who stalks you."
"Outside the City of Gondor? He wouldn't dare come this far!" She exclaimed, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword.
"He dares far more than you believe of him. I did not see him outside the city, Honora, I saw him within. Shrouded in a dark cloak with the hood pulled over his head so as to hide his face. I would have slain him then had I not known of how you wished to save him. I warn you, though, should he be discovered by any other man in the city he will not receive such ignorance. Orcs are not welcome in this city, even if he has only been half mutated." He warned.
"Within the city! Is he mad?" Honora exclaimed in horror.
"Am I interrupting something, my Lord? I can come back at a later time, if you wish it to be so." A voice said from behind them. Honora turned to see a woman who could only have been Faramir's beloved Eowyn for the long flowing golden hair was present and Honora could see she was indeed a shieldmaiden. The way she carried herself was far too strong and proud for her to be anything less.
"You interrupt nothing, Lady Eowyn. I was just on my way to leave. It is an honor to meet to woman who has finally managed to steal my friends heart. Congratulations you must indeed be the powerful shieldmaiden he spoke of, for no other would be able to do so." Honora said courteously. "I am called Honora, I greet you."
"I am indeed Eowyn, and it is a pleasure to meet you as well. He has spoke of you often in your absence and I am glad to finally be able to meet the woman of which his tales were about." Eowyn said graciously as she walked towards them. Faramir took one of her hands within his own and smiled lovingly at her.
"His tales are false then, for I have done nothing of which tales could be made of." Honora apologized.
"He spoke also of your modesty. Though, if he has been filling my head with fairy tales then he will have to be punished I suppose." Eowyn said in jest.
"Indeed he shall." Honora said in mock-seriousness. There jests were cut short when a man ran into the hall, heavily bleeding from his shoulder.
"My Lord! There is an Orc within the city! But all the men are afraid to go near it, it feels like the attack of a Nazgul!" He cried as he staggered towards them.
"Anarvende!" Honora called. "I cannot believe he has dared this much. He will pay for this, I swear."
Mija: Thank you! And I'm trying to separate the dialogue and paragraphs as hard as I can but my computer is having a brain fart and it's not going over too well. Thanks for your review, I really appreciate it. :D
Usako: Thank you for your excitement. Yay! And yeah, I've always liked fairy tales and stuff like that too so thats why I absolutely looooooooooooove writing this story. :D And this time... I HAVE THE PLOT ALREADY ALL WORKED OUT!!! yay! I swear this has to be a first for that. lol. Thank you.
Aramer: I was kinda worried about all the whole adding another character into the story because I don't usually like reading those kind of stories because like yeah, they're usually girls who are like falling over themselves to get at Legolas or Aragorn or one of the other many hot peole they had cast in the movie. So, I'm really glad you like it, but I'm just gonna have to warn you all....
THIS IS A ROMANCE. . . yeah, this chapter is actually the start of the whole "mushy" bit. Sorry if it depresses you, the next chapter though, she kix some a$$. :D
Honora rode through the gates of the White City four days after the Ring had been destroyed to find the people of Gondor still in celebration. She had missed her masters coronation by one day and now they were waiting for some other grand event, but of what purpose no one knew.
"Honora!" She heard a name called as she came through the gates and was greeted by Legolas galloping towards her on a white steed.
She nodded in acknowledgement to him. "Legolas, it does me well to know you have not sustained injury in battle."
"As does it do me well to see you have not come to harm in those cursed lands." He said happily as he took one of her hands. "I thank you for calling to me in battle. I had lost hope and was ready to give up."
"You called to me, Legolas. I merely gave you comfort." She said softly and withdrew her hand. "Where is Lord Faramir?" She asked, changing the subject.
"He is in the Citadel, I believe. Or with the Lady Eowyn in the gardens to the House of Healing. I warn you, he has become fond of her." Legolas said dejectedly.
"Why would you need to warn me, Master Elf? It does my heart good to hear that a woman has finally won his heart." She said. "Faramir and I were never anything more than friends."
"I am sorry, My Lady, I did not mean to imply. . ." Legolas trailed off at a loss of words.
"It is quite alright, My Lord, many have assumed the same." She assured him as they rode towards the Citadel together.
"There is a banquet tonight, will you be attending?" Legolas asked.
"I am weary from my travels and I doubt I have anything in my wardrobe suitable for a royal banquet." She said apologetically.
"Then should I escort you to your chambers and ask Lord Faramir to come to you when you wake?" Legolas asked.
"That is a tempting offer, My Lord, and I would gladly accept if Lord Faramir had not called to me in urgency on my third day in Mordor." She said and motioned Anarvende into a trot.
"Honora." Legolas said as he quickened his own horse pace to keep up. "You will not lose me so easy. I owe you my life. Had you not, comforted me, as you say, in battle, I would have been slain."
Honora turned and put a finger onto his lips. "Do not say such things. How would you know? As a lesson to the future, My Lord, do not lose hope. Aiquen vanwa estel, vanwa ilya." (Whoever loses hope, loses all.)
Legolas slowly lowered his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss. " Hiruvalye nar er nya saro." (You are still my saviour.) He whispered as he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes slowly and let out a soft sigh. He gently kissed her again but it was cut short when Anarvende took an impatient step forward. She quietly laughed and turned away in embarrassment.
"Honora, there is no need to be embarrassed." He said and caressed her cheek.
"Don't, Legolas. Please, don't do that again." She said quietly and galloped away from him towards the Citadel.
"Honora, you are back! It does me well to see you again. How was your journey?" Faramir asked when she entered the Citadel. He had been waiting in the front room when she arrived, but she had a feeling it was not for her.
"I have fared well, My Lord. And you? I hear you have found a new interest." She answered as he stepped forward and embraced her in a hug of affection. "Is it she that you are waiting for?"
"You have amazing skills at perception, Honora." Faramir said.
"You would not wait for me at the door, My Lord. So tell me about her, friend, what is she like? How did you meet?" She asked.
"She is Eowyn, sister of Eomer, King of the Mark after King Theoden's unfortunate fall in battle. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. Long flowing tresses of golden hair and a strong and flawless beauty." He said with a sigh as he stared off into space.
"She indeed sounds wonderful, my Lord. How did you meet?" Honora asked, wishing that someday she may too have the feeling her friend was in now. Love. She had never experienced that. Not even in a family's definition, Saruman she knew had once cared for her, but only because of the magic ability within her. It was powerful, he said, and needed to be nurtured correctly.
"She tried to escape the House of Healing, for she too was injured in battle. Her brother was absolutely mortified when he found that she had ridden to battle in the guise of a man. She was struck by the Nazgul Lord and thought to be dead. I am thankful she is not. She wished to go back into battle as soon as she became conscious again but the Master Healer would not allow it.
"She came to me to try to get me to order the healer to let her go. I would not consent and she grew quite upset. She and I both longed for battle and so it was often that we would walk in the gardens of the House of Healing. That is how we met, Honora. And what of you? I hear you have quite the admirer." Faramir asked.
Honora rose a brow in question and Faramir laughed. "Do not look at me so! You know of whom I speak. The Elf that is slightly lacking in mind has become quite fond of you. Rumor has it a secret romance is brewing." Faramir jested.
"You know not of what you speak, Faramir. He is royalty, you know I hold a grudge against all Elven royalty. He is no exception." Honora said as her cheeks flushed a bright crimson at the remembrance of her and Legolas' stolen moment.
"Then why do you blush so? Is what my scout said true? Did they truly see your lips together only an hour ago at the gates?" Faramir jested.
"Hush, Faramir. I do not wish to speak of it, although, if it was seen by a scout of yours it will be gossiped about all over the city like a wild fire by nightfall. If the scout is who I believe it is, that is. Rior?" She said as she blushed another shade darker.
"Ah, you know my company much to well. But I will not speak of it to any other if you do not wish it to be so. But I must know, what happened between you and the Prince of Mirkwood in the dark of Mordor?" Faramir asked once more.
"I am not obligated to tell you any longer, Faramir, I am no longer in your service. But I will tell you because you are my friend. Nothing. Nothing happened in the dark of Mordor. We spoke, he told Lord Aragorn not to trust me and then we parted. I went to the ringbearer, he stayed with the Captains of the West. We spoke in mind once in battle and I told him not to give up hope until the battle was drawn. That is all there is to speak of of my relationship with Elven royalty." She said proudly.
"Ah, but you seem to have left out the best part. What happened at the gate? Continue with your tale." Faramir replied.
"There is no tale to tell. What Rior reported to you is all there is to know." She said and longed to change the subject for she was sure the color of her cheeks was now past that of a ripe cherry.
"A kiss for no reason in the middle of the street? Is that Elven tradition?" He jested.
"Enough from you. Why was it that you called me on my journey? What event had happened to worry you so?" She asked seriously.
Faramir's jovial mood quickly diminished at the mention of the urgent call. "I saw him again. The one who stalks you."
"Outside the City of Gondor? He wouldn't dare come this far!" She exclaimed, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword.
"He dares far more than you believe of him. I did not see him outside the city, Honora, I saw him within. Shrouded in a dark cloak with the hood pulled over his head so as to hide his face. I would have slain him then had I not known of how you wished to save him. I warn you, though, should he be discovered by any other man in the city he will not receive such ignorance. Orcs are not welcome in this city, even if he has only been half mutated." He warned.
"Within the city! Is he mad?" Honora exclaimed in horror.
"Am I interrupting something, my Lord? I can come back at a later time, if you wish it to be so." A voice said from behind them. Honora turned to see a woman who could only have been Faramir's beloved Eowyn for the long flowing golden hair was present and Honora could see she was indeed a shieldmaiden. The way she carried herself was far too strong and proud for her to be anything less.
"You interrupt nothing, Lady Eowyn. I was just on my way to leave. It is an honor to meet to woman who has finally managed to steal my friends heart. Congratulations you must indeed be the powerful shieldmaiden he spoke of, for no other would be able to do so." Honora said courteously. "I am called Honora, I greet you."
"I am indeed Eowyn, and it is a pleasure to meet you as well. He has spoke of you often in your absence and I am glad to finally be able to meet the woman of which his tales were about." Eowyn said graciously as she walked towards them. Faramir took one of her hands within his own and smiled lovingly at her.
"His tales are false then, for I have done nothing of which tales could be made of." Honora apologized.
"He spoke also of your modesty. Though, if he has been filling my head with fairy tales then he will have to be punished I suppose." Eowyn said in jest.
"Indeed he shall." Honora said in mock-seriousness. There jests were cut short when a man ran into the hall, heavily bleeding from his shoulder.
"My Lord! There is an Orc within the city! But all the men are afraid to go near it, it feels like the attack of a Nazgul!" He cried as he staggered towards them.
"Anarvende!" Honora called. "I cannot believe he has dared this much. He will pay for this, I swear."