The Primrose
Ch 2.
An- Well.. here's another chapter.
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= To The Rebels =
Here's to the rebels, The ones that fall The ones that go and loose it all
Here's to the misfits, The rejects, the ones who break the rules. People stare, criticize, and they don't mind a bit.
To those who see outside the box, Those who fall out from the flocks Of people here, and people there Who can't see what good they bring Of those who go where others don't dare.
So fight my friends and bring them down, And go and paint that damn town red And never once let regretful thoughts Run through your hard, obnoxious, little head.
(I know that sucked. I wrote it for my friend. Please forgive me...)
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As the dark form in the distance became clear, I shook my head. Father had told me not to go and do anything that would upset my mother, but I can't help but wonder if there isn't anything that I do that pleases her.
Trotting through the streets, I slowly made my way up to the Golden Hall. I was late once again.
Stopping at the entrance of the stables, I hurried in. There would be no time for an extra elaborate grooming for Fanawy.
I quickly undid the girth, and slid the saddle off of her broad back. Throwing the saddle blanket over the stall door, I grabbed a cloth and wiped off the saddle area, where the sweat had left marks. Sliding off the bridal, and dunking the metal bit a couple of times into her water trough, I slipped out of the door, and grabbing the tack, walked to my family's tack racks. Setting my belonging in their rightful place, I walked speedily to the large water trough at the end of the stables.
Picking up a wooden bucket, I filled it, and walked as quickly, and as smoothly, as I could to her stall. After refilling her trough, I went and got the chestnut mare her hay. Finished with my duties, I ran out into the streets, and went as fast I could towards my house.
Our family was of modest means, not rich, but not living in the filthy squander that some family's called their homes. But Father said that it did not matter just what the house was made of, or how many gowns you owned.
"Home is where the heart is, or where there is joy and love." He had said to me, when I was but a mere child still.
Dashing into our front room, I was not surprised to see my mother, as elegant as ever, sitting in one of the chairs, quietly working on her cross stitching project.
"Where were you Brillian?" she asked me, in a quiet voice, like the calm before a storm, I knew as well as any sailor there was one headed my way.
"I was out riding." I answered, there was no use in playing games.
"Alone?"
"Yes. Well, not really. I had Fanawy as company. And I saw Devyn and his mares racing across the Eastern boarders."
"You went that close to the Eastern boarders? Why would you do such a foolish thing as that? You of all people should know how dangerous going out so close to the boarders, really anywhere, is nowadays! Besides, I thought that I had forbidden you to go out like that anymore, and that you had duty for the Lady today."
I glanced at her. Was that a look of worry on her face? "The lady said that I had a day off for all the work I had done recently."
Well...It was a half truth. The lady said that I could take a day off sometime; she just had never said that I could today. And I hadn't told her I would be taking that day off today.
"Did you see any of that herd that would be worthy of buying?" she asked me. It threw me completely off subject, and out of focus for a moment.
"Yes. There was a young steel gray that moved nicely, and there was a seal brown mare. I couldn't see how old the gray was."
This was strange. We really didn't have the time or the resources to train a yearling now that my father and brother had gone with Lord Eomer. It took all the effort I had to take care of two horses, and to be a handmaiden. No, I want' quite sure as to where this was leading.
Glancing once more at my mother, I headed towards the ladder to the loft. This was where Anwar and I used to sleep.
Placing my foot on the first rung, I heard my mother get up from her seat.
"Brill, I know that you aren't happy about the marriage, but could you at least give it, him a chance couldn't you?"
I stared at her. Who did this woman think she was? Oh. That's right. My mother.
"Why. That's my only question. Why did you have to arrange this marriage? Just because you had an arraigned marriage to father doesn't mean I have to marry in a fashion such as this. Why can't I marry for love? And why couldn't you wait until this war is over? Who knows, I might be a widow if you married us before this endless thing ceases."
I was not happy. Valar above I was not happy with the way things were going.
"Your father and I learned to love each other! I am sure that will be the case for you. You can't marry for love because you are not some common peasant, and this will work as a negotiation between our two houses. And do not DARE to even speak about this war and widowing! You know nothing of the sort!"
I glared back at her defiantly. "That's right, I know nothing of it. And I hope to the gods that I never will! But, Oh, That's right, you and father are marrying me off to some stranger!"
I could see her intake of breath at that. Her eyes widened, she drew up her short frame to her full height, which still only reached my chest.
"If him being a stranger to you is the problem, then we can arrange for that to be fixed."
"Yes. Go ahead mother. Arrange another thing for my life. It seems that I can do nothing for myself any longer."
"Indeed." She looked at me, scrutinizing, and sat down. "If you are so set in being that way, carry on. But expect the consequences to be dire for your behavings. Or rather, misbehavings!"
"I intend fully on doing that!" Stalking to the bowl on the oaken table, I grabbed an apple and a roll out of it, and stormed out into the streets. Honestly. What was the point of even bothering going home anymore? It seemed that all the two of us accomplished was fighting like cats and dogs.
Still in a bad mood, I stomped (very unlady like) up the many steps of the Hall, and was prepared to storm past Hamma, into the Hall.
And was abruptly stopped by said guard.
"I am sorry Milady, but I must require you to remo-"
Ye gods!
"I am in no ways armed, sir, but I am sure that I could think of some way of inflicting bodily harm if I must. Now, please move."
I was in a foul mood, and was in no mind to deal with people, especially ones who would think that I am armed. But that was the problem. I was. I always carried a small blade in the bodice of my dresses, and if I didn't happen to be wearing one, in a small pocket in my boot.
Marching past the doorsman, I opened the doors to the hall, and quickly made my way to Lady Eowyn's chambers.
Finally reaching them, I knocked swiftly, and hearing the faint 'come in' I opened the door.
"Ahh. Brillian, I see you have decided to come after all." Said a rich voice from the other side of the sitting room.
Turning I saw my lady in a midnight blue gown, with azure earrings, and an azure and golden pendent around her throat.
"Yes. I had to get away. I can't stand it anymore!"
She smirked at me. "Still ranting over the fact that you are to be married?"
Seriously, I could see why they tried to keep the knowledge of the use of all things pointy from the minds of the female sex. There would be serious harm if there were one to many disagreements between the court ladies.
"Yes." I simply said. "Is there anything that my lady requires?"
"I would like you to pick a dress for me to wear, and to pick out the jewels that would go with it, and then please call for the servants to draw me a bath, and quickly." She said, lounging on the couch.
She would seem so cold and arrogant at times, and so kind and warm. I had to wonder which was the true nature of Eowyn of Rohan.
Sighing, I went and did as I was bid, too emotionally spent at the time to think anything even remotely rebellious in nature.
Walking towards the large, dark cabinent that easily exceded my height, I opened it and searced through the various dresses that my lady owned. Sighing, I choses an emerald green one, with gold trim, and sleeves that belled out and would reach down to her waist.
Laying that gently down on the bed, I padded over to the vanity, and as I reached for the jewelry box, I looked at myself in the polished silver palte, hanging above the wood's surface.
I couldn't see why anyone would be interested in me for my looks.
Sighing, I renched myself out of such treacherous thoughts, now was not the time, or place.
I searched through the numerous earings, and decided on simple golden dangles. Searching for a necklance, I picked one of the horse's head, and a bracelet that went with it.
I lay the jewelry on the vanity, put the lid back on the china, and softly went back to the cabinet. Reaching into the draw below, I searched for the emerald green slippers that would go with it, and on second thought, brought out the boots of rich, supple leather with me.
"My lady?" I called out into the sitting room. "You're things are ready." For while I had been gathering her clothing, the other servants had lugged pails of steaming water into her room, and deposited them in the heavy iron tub in the bathing room.
Sighing softly as the lady went to the bathroom and disrobed, I waited on the overstuffed couch.
Ch 2.
An- Well.. here's another chapter.
~*~
= To The Rebels =
Here's to the rebels, The ones that fall The ones that go and loose it all
Here's to the misfits, The rejects, the ones who break the rules. People stare, criticize, and they don't mind a bit.
To those who see outside the box, Those who fall out from the flocks Of people here, and people there Who can't see what good they bring Of those who go where others don't dare.
So fight my friends and bring them down, And go and paint that damn town red And never once let regretful thoughts Run through your hard, obnoxious, little head.
(I know that sucked. I wrote it for my friend. Please forgive me...)
~*~
As the dark form in the distance became clear, I shook my head. Father had told me not to go and do anything that would upset my mother, but I can't help but wonder if there isn't anything that I do that pleases her.
Trotting through the streets, I slowly made my way up to the Golden Hall. I was late once again.
Stopping at the entrance of the stables, I hurried in. There would be no time for an extra elaborate grooming for Fanawy.
I quickly undid the girth, and slid the saddle off of her broad back. Throwing the saddle blanket over the stall door, I grabbed a cloth and wiped off the saddle area, where the sweat had left marks. Sliding off the bridal, and dunking the metal bit a couple of times into her water trough, I slipped out of the door, and grabbing the tack, walked to my family's tack racks. Setting my belonging in their rightful place, I walked speedily to the large water trough at the end of the stables.
Picking up a wooden bucket, I filled it, and walked as quickly, and as smoothly, as I could to her stall. After refilling her trough, I went and got the chestnut mare her hay. Finished with my duties, I ran out into the streets, and went as fast I could towards my house.
Our family was of modest means, not rich, but not living in the filthy squander that some family's called their homes. But Father said that it did not matter just what the house was made of, or how many gowns you owned.
"Home is where the heart is, or where there is joy and love." He had said to me, when I was but a mere child still.
Dashing into our front room, I was not surprised to see my mother, as elegant as ever, sitting in one of the chairs, quietly working on her cross stitching project.
"Where were you Brillian?" she asked me, in a quiet voice, like the calm before a storm, I knew as well as any sailor there was one headed my way.
"I was out riding." I answered, there was no use in playing games.
"Alone?"
"Yes. Well, not really. I had Fanawy as company. And I saw Devyn and his mares racing across the Eastern boarders."
"You went that close to the Eastern boarders? Why would you do such a foolish thing as that? You of all people should know how dangerous going out so close to the boarders, really anywhere, is nowadays! Besides, I thought that I had forbidden you to go out like that anymore, and that you had duty for the Lady today."
I glanced at her. Was that a look of worry on her face? "The lady said that I had a day off for all the work I had done recently."
Well...It was a half truth. The lady said that I could take a day off sometime; she just had never said that I could today. And I hadn't told her I would be taking that day off today.
"Did you see any of that herd that would be worthy of buying?" she asked me. It threw me completely off subject, and out of focus for a moment.
"Yes. There was a young steel gray that moved nicely, and there was a seal brown mare. I couldn't see how old the gray was."
This was strange. We really didn't have the time or the resources to train a yearling now that my father and brother had gone with Lord Eomer. It took all the effort I had to take care of two horses, and to be a handmaiden. No, I want' quite sure as to where this was leading.
Glancing once more at my mother, I headed towards the ladder to the loft. This was where Anwar and I used to sleep.
Placing my foot on the first rung, I heard my mother get up from her seat.
"Brill, I know that you aren't happy about the marriage, but could you at least give it, him a chance couldn't you?"
I stared at her. Who did this woman think she was? Oh. That's right. My mother.
"Why. That's my only question. Why did you have to arrange this marriage? Just because you had an arraigned marriage to father doesn't mean I have to marry in a fashion such as this. Why can't I marry for love? And why couldn't you wait until this war is over? Who knows, I might be a widow if you married us before this endless thing ceases."
I was not happy. Valar above I was not happy with the way things were going.
"Your father and I learned to love each other! I am sure that will be the case for you. You can't marry for love because you are not some common peasant, and this will work as a negotiation between our two houses. And do not DARE to even speak about this war and widowing! You know nothing of the sort!"
I glared back at her defiantly. "That's right, I know nothing of it. And I hope to the gods that I never will! But, Oh, That's right, you and father are marrying me off to some stranger!"
I could see her intake of breath at that. Her eyes widened, she drew up her short frame to her full height, which still only reached my chest.
"If him being a stranger to you is the problem, then we can arrange for that to be fixed."
"Yes. Go ahead mother. Arrange another thing for my life. It seems that I can do nothing for myself any longer."
"Indeed." She looked at me, scrutinizing, and sat down. "If you are so set in being that way, carry on. But expect the consequences to be dire for your behavings. Or rather, misbehavings!"
"I intend fully on doing that!" Stalking to the bowl on the oaken table, I grabbed an apple and a roll out of it, and stormed out into the streets. Honestly. What was the point of even bothering going home anymore? It seemed that all the two of us accomplished was fighting like cats and dogs.
Still in a bad mood, I stomped (very unlady like) up the many steps of the Hall, and was prepared to storm past Hamma, into the Hall.
And was abruptly stopped by said guard.
"I am sorry Milady, but I must require you to remo-"
Ye gods!
"I am in no ways armed, sir, but I am sure that I could think of some way of inflicting bodily harm if I must. Now, please move."
I was in a foul mood, and was in no mind to deal with people, especially ones who would think that I am armed. But that was the problem. I was. I always carried a small blade in the bodice of my dresses, and if I didn't happen to be wearing one, in a small pocket in my boot.
Marching past the doorsman, I opened the doors to the hall, and quickly made my way to Lady Eowyn's chambers.
Finally reaching them, I knocked swiftly, and hearing the faint 'come in' I opened the door.
"Ahh. Brillian, I see you have decided to come after all." Said a rich voice from the other side of the sitting room.
Turning I saw my lady in a midnight blue gown, with azure earrings, and an azure and golden pendent around her throat.
"Yes. I had to get away. I can't stand it anymore!"
She smirked at me. "Still ranting over the fact that you are to be married?"
Seriously, I could see why they tried to keep the knowledge of the use of all things pointy from the minds of the female sex. There would be serious harm if there were one to many disagreements between the court ladies.
"Yes." I simply said. "Is there anything that my lady requires?"
"I would like you to pick a dress for me to wear, and to pick out the jewels that would go with it, and then please call for the servants to draw me a bath, and quickly." She said, lounging on the couch.
She would seem so cold and arrogant at times, and so kind and warm. I had to wonder which was the true nature of Eowyn of Rohan.
Sighing, I went and did as I was bid, too emotionally spent at the time to think anything even remotely rebellious in nature.
Walking towards the large, dark cabinent that easily exceded my height, I opened it and searced through the various dresses that my lady owned. Sighing, I choses an emerald green one, with gold trim, and sleeves that belled out and would reach down to her waist.
Laying that gently down on the bed, I padded over to the vanity, and as I reached for the jewelry box, I looked at myself in the polished silver palte, hanging above the wood's surface.
I couldn't see why anyone would be interested in me for my looks.
Sighing, I renched myself out of such treacherous thoughts, now was not the time, or place.
I searched through the numerous earings, and decided on simple golden dangles. Searching for a necklance, I picked one of the horse's head, and a bracelet that went with it.
I lay the jewelry on the vanity, put the lid back on the china, and softly went back to the cabinet. Reaching into the draw below, I searched for the emerald green slippers that would go with it, and on second thought, brought out the boots of rich, supple leather with me.
"My lady?" I called out into the sitting room. "You're things are ready." For while I had been gathering her clothing, the other servants had lugged pails of steaming water into her room, and deposited them in the heavy iron tub in the bathing room.
Sighing softly as the lady went to the bathroom and disrobed, I waited on the overstuffed couch.