AN: Thank you guys for you reviews and I have been able to fix some of the
things you mentioned.
I'm dyslexic so I have a lot of trouble with spelling and grammar. I
normally have my fic's Beta read by a friend but she is away and cannot
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once beta read until then I'm afraid any one who reads this story will have
to struggle with my bad spelling and appalling grammar.
Thanks bundles (I love that word) to Theresa who pointed out a huge error
with my spelling it has been attended to.
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Faramir listened to Theoden King of Rohan sing the praise's of his niece the young lady Eowyn. No matter how fair she was or how sweet, she was yet a child of twelve, and a man of twenty cannot be expected to be so happily engaged to a child. Theoden sent his nephew Eomer brother to Eowyn to bring the girl to them
With a brake in conversation Faramir jumped at his chance "Father, Majesty, would you consent to release me a moment I will be quick to return"
Denethor looked at his son and was about to deny his request when he thought that perhaps it was better to let him met his betrothed refreshed. "Go then, but hurry back"
Thank you Father" he said and then turned to the King and gave him a quick bow. And took of in the direction that he had been shown before lead to his room
He stopped before he had a chance make it to the room; it was a feminine voice that stopped him. And though he knew he should not he stopped to her what it had to say
"Eomer, I will do as my King and uncle bids me do, I will enter freely in to engagement with which ever of the Lord Denethor's sons is chosen for the task." The young woman's tone was soft and reassuring.
"Chosen for the task" Repeated a voice Faramir knew to belong to Eomer nephew to the King "Sister you make it seem a quest, nether of them is worthy of you, my loyal, loving and obedient Eowyn"
"Loyal, loving and obedient" she repeated, "You make me sound a dog." Oh her laugh, it was like the first warm day of spring after winters frost "If I walked about on all fours, would you take me out on hunt to scent your prey?" she joked with her brother and Faramir smiled.
"Nay sister, but put the question to our cousin, he is in need of a good hound." Her brother laughed, and Faramir could scarce stop him self from joining the to siblings in their merriment. "Come sister you are summoned before the King and The steward of Gondor"
Faramir knew that he could not tarry any longer and turned and started back do the hall but not before he herd his future bride command: "Lead on then" in the most determined tone. He quickly made his way back to the golden Hall of Meduseld, and moved with speed and silence to the side of his elder brother. He longed to tell his brother what he had heard but there was no chance. As almost immediately Theoden called
"Eowyn, sister-daughter, come I would have you met some one" Faramir turned to get his first look at the girl that he had herd much of, her hair flowed down her back and a cross her shoulders and was the colour of corn silk, her skin was as pale as the light of the moon. And her eyes as grey and cold as the snow topped peeks She walked forward obediently as she had claimed she would and stood before both King and Steward with determination befitting a king "Eowyn daughter of Eomund, this Denethor lord Steward of Gondor."
"I am honoured to met you my lord" Eowyn said for the briefest moment she flattered under his fathers gaze then she seemed to stand taller, calling on the kingly blood in her veins.
"Lady Eowyn, I would be please if you would allow me to introduce my sons to you" Denethor gestured to them and Eowyn's eyes followed his interdiction first falling on Boromir then as his name was given on Faramir himself.
Faramir felt his brother give the girl a curt bow beside him, but Faramir's own eyes did not leave those of the lady Eowyn. 'We will do what we must' her eyes said to him. Faramir felt a grate swell of pity rise in his heart. That this girl at so young an age was so wise to the ways of lords and ruling that she freely gave her self over to her kings will.
'I will never harm you' he swore to her silently 'you will never need fear me.' Faramir stepped forward and gave her a bow "I am most pleased to make your acquaintance my lady" Eowyn's eyes widen in surprise since he spoke not in the common tongue but in the langue of the Rohirrim.
"You speak well my lord" Eowyn said with a smile in truth his accent and pronunciation were perfect, but no Rohirrim would have used his words. From the edge of her eye she saw her brother and cousin trying to smother their laughter. How she wished that she had some thing to throw at the two of them. With the lack of anything physical to throw, she cast them a dark look, which Thoedred took to heart but Eomer did not.
"Sister-daughter, I have made pact that you will marry Faramir son of Denethor ere you come of age."
"I thank you uncle for so considerate a match" Eowyn said with small bow to her uncle Eowyn looked to her brother and gave him a small nod. The young Rohirrim came forward and placed in his sister's hand a bundle of green velvet. "I know not the ways of Gondor my lord, I know only that my grate grand sire, gifted to his daughter, my second mother, this knife" Eowyn said and un wrapped the bundle. "When she grew she give it to her intended on the day of her betrothal, he passed it to my mother who in turn passed in to my father, it has been so short a time in my care but I pass it gladly to you. I hope that it will sever you well and keep you safe."
Faramir took the knife from her hands and drew it from its seethe it was a fine blade, not so ornate belay its function but clearly an heirloom of a line of kings.
"I have nothing of such history to give to you my lady," Faramir said handing the knife to his brother and taking from him a bundle of his own his of fine black silk. "Perhaps given time we can build a history for it" he handed her the bundle uncovering it once in his hands. It was sliver medallion, with the image of the white tree of Gondor and the crest of the white horse of Rohan. Eowyn ran a delicate finger across the design then handed the gift back to Faramir.
For just a moment Faramir thought his gift refused, but before he even had a chance to wonder at what about it could have given offence. Eowyn spoke softly: "Would help me to wear it my lord?" He nodded to her and the young lady of Rohan turn her back to him. He lifted his arms around her and placed the medallion about her neck then fixed the clasp together he laid it down then left her hair out off underneath it, her hair was soft and thick and there was something about it that bort to mind his mother he released his hair and stepped back. She turned to face him, and Faramir was again struck by the resolve in this child. "It is a fine gift"
"Call for wine and meat. Let us celebrate this match." Theoden said happily. Eowyn bowed just a little yet again and left to do her kings bidding. Soon food and drink was laid out and seats taken.
Eowyn did not sit she instead went about the table and poured to each persons goblet a gentle spice wine, the harder drink would come later when she retired. After she had tended Both Faramir and Boromir the eldest of the two turned to the young.
"That was a fine save you made with your gift brother what on earth put the thought in your head?" Boromir asked.
"I could not allow myself take her freedom and give her nothing in return." He looked at his father across the table "If father asks for me I have gone for air" he said and stood.
"And if I were to look for you?" Boromir asked.
"Then no doubt you will find my near about." Faramir said and walked away, he had in fact seen the lady Eowyn leave the hall and she went on her trail.
Thanks. daizi Iluvien Theresa Christine
Faramir listened to Theoden King of Rohan sing the praise's of his niece the young lady Eowyn. No matter how fair she was or how sweet, she was yet a child of twelve, and a man of twenty cannot be expected to be so happily engaged to a child. Theoden sent his nephew Eomer brother to Eowyn to bring the girl to them
With a brake in conversation Faramir jumped at his chance "Father, Majesty, would you consent to release me a moment I will be quick to return"
Denethor looked at his son and was about to deny his request when he thought that perhaps it was better to let him met his betrothed refreshed. "Go then, but hurry back"
Thank you Father" he said and then turned to the King and gave him a quick bow. And took of in the direction that he had been shown before lead to his room
He stopped before he had a chance make it to the room; it was a feminine voice that stopped him. And though he knew he should not he stopped to her what it had to say
"Eomer, I will do as my King and uncle bids me do, I will enter freely in to engagement with which ever of the Lord Denethor's sons is chosen for the task." The young woman's tone was soft and reassuring.
"Chosen for the task" Repeated a voice Faramir knew to belong to Eomer nephew to the King "Sister you make it seem a quest, nether of them is worthy of you, my loyal, loving and obedient Eowyn"
"Loyal, loving and obedient" she repeated, "You make me sound a dog." Oh her laugh, it was like the first warm day of spring after winters frost "If I walked about on all fours, would you take me out on hunt to scent your prey?" she joked with her brother and Faramir smiled.
"Nay sister, but put the question to our cousin, he is in need of a good hound." Her brother laughed, and Faramir could scarce stop him self from joining the to siblings in their merriment. "Come sister you are summoned before the King and The steward of Gondor"
Faramir knew that he could not tarry any longer and turned and started back do the hall but not before he herd his future bride command: "Lead on then" in the most determined tone. He quickly made his way back to the golden Hall of Meduseld, and moved with speed and silence to the side of his elder brother. He longed to tell his brother what he had heard but there was no chance. As almost immediately Theoden called
"Eowyn, sister-daughter, come I would have you met some one" Faramir turned to get his first look at the girl that he had herd much of, her hair flowed down her back and a cross her shoulders and was the colour of corn silk, her skin was as pale as the light of the moon. And her eyes as grey and cold as the snow topped peeks She walked forward obediently as she had claimed she would and stood before both King and Steward with determination befitting a king "Eowyn daughter of Eomund, this Denethor lord Steward of Gondor."
"I am honoured to met you my lord" Eowyn said for the briefest moment she flattered under his fathers gaze then she seemed to stand taller, calling on the kingly blood in her veins.
"Lady Eowyn, I would be please if you would allow me to introduce my sons to you" Denethor gestured to them and Eowyn's eyes followed his interdiction first falling on Boromir then as his name was given on Faramir himself.
Faramir felt his brother give the girl a curt bow beside him, but Faramir's own eyes did not leave those of the lady Eowyn. 'We will do what we must' her eyes said to him. Faramir felt a grate swell of pity rise in his heart. That this girl at so young an age was so wise to the ways of lords and ruling that she freely gave her self over to her kings will.
'I will never harm you' he swore to her silently 'you will never need fear me.' Faramir stepped forward and gave her a bow "I am most pleased to make your acquaintance my lady" Eowyn's eyes widen in surprise since he spoke not in the common tongue but in the langue of the Rohirrim.
"You speak well my lord" Eowyn said with a smile in truth his accent and pronunciation were perfect, but no Rohirrim would have used his words. From the edge of her eye she saw her brother and cousin trying to smother their laughter. How she wished that she had some thing to throw at the two of them. With the lack of anything physical to throw, she cast them a dark look, which Thoedred took to heart but Eomer did not.
"Sister-daughter, I have made pact that you will marry Faramir son of Denethor ere you come of age."
"I thank you uncle for so considerate a match" Eowyn said with small bow to her uncle Eowyn looked to her brother and gave him a small nod. The young Rohirrim came forward and placed in his sister's hand a bundle of green velvet. "I know not the ways of Gondor my lord, I know only that my grate grand sire, gifted to his daughter, my second mother, this knife" Eowyn said and un wrapped the bundle. "When she grew she give it to her intended on the day of her betrothal, he passed it to my mother who in turn passed in to my father, it has been so short a time in my care but I pass it gladly to you. I hope that it will sever you well and keep you safe."
Faramir took the knife from her hands and drew it from its seethe it was a fine blade, not so ornate belay its function but clearly an heirloom of a line of kings.
"I have nothing of such history to give to you my lady," Faramir said handing the knife to his brother and taking from him a bundle of his own his of fine black silk. "Perhaps given time we can build a history for it" he handed her the bundle uncovering it once in his hands. It was sliver medallion, with the image of the white tree of Gondor and the crest of the white horse of Rohan. Eowyn ran a delicate finger across the design then handed the gift back to Faramir.
For just a moment Faramir thought his gift refused, but before he even had a chance to wonder at what about it could have given offence. Eowyn spoke softly: "Would help me to wear it my lord?" He nodded to her and the young lady of Rohan turn her back to him. He lifted his arms around her and placed the medallion about her neck then fixed the clasp together he laid it down then left her hair out off underneath it, her hair was soft and thick and there was something about it that bort to mind his mother he released his hair and stepped back. She turned to face him, and Faramir was again struck by the resolve in this child. "It is a fine gift"
"Call for wine and meat. Let us celebrate this match." Theoden said happily. Eowyn bowed just a little yet again and left to do her kings bidding. Soon food and drink was laid out and seats taken.
Eowyn did not sit she instead went about the table and poured to each persons goblet a gentle spice wine, the harder drink would come later when she retired. After she had tended Both Faramir and Boromir the eldest of the two turned to the young.
"That was a fine save you made with your gift brother what on earth put the thought in your head?" Boromir asked.
"I could not allow myself take her freedom and give her nothing in return." He looked at his father across the table "If father asks for me I have gone for air" he said and stood.
"And if I were to look for you?" Boromir asked.
"Then no doubt you will find my near about." Faramir said and walked away, he had in fact seen the lady Eowyn leave the hall and she went on her trail.