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Tuesday
chapter 1
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Daylight seemed to run out slowly on the good people of Gondor but nevertheless, evening came all the same and guard shifts of the white city changed while everyone else got ready for bed. Everybody that is, except for one young woman who sat outside her family's middle class home and watched the stars twinkle in the sky. Just like any other young lady her age, she loved the stars and pondered deeply over their beauty but unlike them, she did not just want to touch them, she wanted them to crash down into Middle-earth and squash her in the process. She was indeed an odd girl but she was lovely for someone so strange.
It was her father's guard shift that night. He was one of those serving in the Gondorian army. He was not of any high ranks because he was not all that bright or strong but he was a good and honest man and most who knew him liked him the way he was and his daughter was especially fond of him. She stood up and linked her arm with her old man's.
"My daughter, why do you wait up for me?" He asked, patting her hand gently. She escorted him past a few homes and then he stopped walking and turned to face her. The night was cold and the breeze was far from refreshing, causing her hair to fly all over the place. He pushed a few wayward strands away from her eyes and laughed sadly, almost as if he did not want anybody to hear him.
"How fast you have grown, I wish I could keep you longer but soon you will have to find a husband. Then you will leave your mother and I." The girl shook her head at her father's words as if they were incorrect and answered without thinking.
"If it is a wedding that will part us, I shall not marry. I will stay with you always."
"Your father is old," he said, a bit worried that his daughter was serious. And from the way she grabbed his shoulders, he was quite sure she was but he was not certain if he should be glad that she cared about him or if he should be angry that she would disobey him.
"Did you not hear me, Father? I said always." She repeated, saying it louder this time as if her father had fallen short of his hearing abilities.
"Yes, I heard you and I respect your decision, an honorable one yes, but I beg you, reconsider! For your sake." He said softly and then he sighed when she shook her head again. What a stubborn girl he had!
"For my sake then..."
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Lord Faramir walked down one of the paths of Gondor, his eyes fixed upon the ground even though he was not actually paying attention to it. He was thinking about what his father had said, about him not being as good as his brother. He did not even imply it, he said it out loud! The captain of Gondor was hurt and his emotions were portrayed very well on his face and in his actions because the next thing he knew, he had bumped into a girl, not something he would do in his normal self.
"I am so sorry. Please forgive me... I.. I wasn't looking." Faramir stammered as he helped the girl up. The girl smiled and her eyes sparkled, like mineral water. (A/N: Honestly! I don't know where that came from!) She had sunshine golden hair that ran in curls down her back. She also wore an ordinary clean blue cotton dress with a sweetheart neckline and was fair, just like most maidens but had a few freckles on her face, making her seem younger than she actually was.
"It is really not a problem. Tis not everyday I get run over by a handsome captain of Gondor." She said with a chuckle. It took Faramir while to finally realize what she had just said and that she had just complimented him in a way. He felt slightly better and returned her smile. No woman had ever said he was handsome without giving him the impression that they were flirting with him save his mother and now, this girl.
"Thank you." Faramir answered and bowed. "My name is Faramir. You are..."
"I am fine, thanks." The girl curtsied and heard him laugh. When she looked up, she saw much amusement on his face.
"No, I meant your name, my lady." For a moment, the girl's eyes met with the Gondorian flag that flew high above everything else and then she answered. "Glory."
"What is your real name?" Faramir asked. "Surely you do not take such a long time to remember what your name is. I saw you looking at the flag."
"It could be that I do not trust you with my name." The girl said with a laugh. "But you are clever. It is not my real name." She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to leave. But he asked again. "What is your real name?"
She looked back over her shoulder and grinned. "I'll never tell."
"Well then, I shall call you Lady Glory." He said calmly and did not press the matter even though he much desired to know her name.
"Do not call me a Lady. It does not suit one of no great lineage such as I." She answered. "And do not call me Glory either. I am not worthy."
"That judgement has yet to be made." Faramir said with a smile. He hated it when people thought little of themselves, especially when they were not actually so bad. He, on the other hand, was always put down by his father and will never be able to be as good as his brother in his eyes. There was always a standard for him to meet and he envied everyone else who did not have anything to hold them down but still did not try to make the best of their situation and do great things. "Then I will call you Tuesday, since we met on a Tuesday. We will be good friends, I can tell."
"How can you tell? Anyway, you are much too good to be my friend. You are a captain." Tuesday said, in a mocking tone.
"Then tell me what do friends who are not captains do and I will do it." Faramir said, folding his arms across his chest. Tuesday thought for a moment and then she replied, "Well, friends have meals together I suppose. You can come to my home for dinner tonight at seven O'clock. But I must warn you that it isn't very fancy."
Faramir nodded. He did not really mind what he was going to have for dinner. He was worried he might be late, he always tried to do extra work so that his father would be pleased with him. It never truly worked but he kept trying anyway. Tuesday showed him how to get to her home and then they bid farewell.
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End of chapter 1
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: Yes I know I havent completed all my other fics but give it time and i will, don't worry! Besides, I said I would complete worlds apart and I did! Don't you take my word for it? Haha. Anyways, please review, it will be apreciated!
Tuesday
chapter 1
____________________________________
Daylight seemed to run out slowly on the good people of Gondor but nevertheless, evening came all the same and guard shifts of the white city changed while everyone else got ready for bed. Everybody that is, except for one young woman who sat outside her family's middle class home and watched the stars twinkle in the sky. Just like any other young lady her age, she loved the stars and pondered deeply over their beauty but unlike them, she did not just want to touch them, she wanted them to crash down into Middle-earth and squash her in the process. She was indeed an odd girl but she was lovely for someone so strange.
It was her father's guard shift that night. He was one of those serving in the Gondorian army. He was not of any high ranks because he was not all that bright or strong but he was a good and honest man and most who knew him liked him the way he was and his daughter was especially fond of him. She stood up and linked her arm with her old man's.
"My daughter, why do you wait up for me?" He asked, patting her hand gently. She escorted him past a few homes and then he stopped walking and turned to face her. The night was cold and the breeze was far from refreshing, causing her hair to fly all over the place. He pushed a few wayward strands away from her eyes and laughed sadly, almost as if he did not want anybody to hear him.
"How fast you have grown, I wish I could keep you longer but soon you will have to find a husband. Then you will leave your mother and I." The girl shook her head at her father's words as if they were incorrect and answered without thinking.
"If it is a wedding that will part us, I shall not marry. I will stay with you always."
"Your father is old," he said, a bit worried that his daughter was serious. And from the way she grabbed his shoulders, he was quite sure she was but he was not certain if he should be glad that she cared about him or if he should be angry that she would disobey him.
"Did you not hear me, Father? I said always." She repeated, saying it louder this time as if her father had fallen short of his hearing abilities.
"Yes, I heard you and I respect your decision, an honorable one yes, but I beg you, reconsider! For your sake." He said softly and then he sighed when she shook her head again. What a stubborn girl he had!
"For my sake then..."
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Lord Faramir walked down one of the paths of Gondor, his eyes fixed upon the ground even though he was not actually paying attention to it. He was thinking about what his father had said, about him not being as good as his brother. He did not even imply it, he said it out loud! The captain of Gondor was hurt and his emotions were portrayed very well on his face and in his actions because the next thing he knew, he had bumped into a girl, not something he would do in his normal self.
"I am so sorry. Please forgive me... I.. I wasn't looking." Faramir stammered as he helped the girl up. The girl smiled and her eyes sparkled, like mineral water. (A/N: Honestly! I don't know where that came from!) She had sunshine golden hair that ran in curls down her back. She also wore an ordinary clean blue cotton dress with a sweetheart neckline and was fair, just like most maidens but had a few freckles on her face, making her seem younger than she actually was.
"It is really not a problem. Tis not everyday I get run over by a handsome captain of Gondor." She said with a chuckle. It took Faramir while to finally realize what she had just said and that she had just complimented him in a way. He felt slightly better and returned her smile. No woman had ever said he was handsome without giving him the impression that they were flirting with him save his mother and now, this girl.
"Thank you." Faramir answered and bowed. "My name is Faramir. You are..."
"I am fine, thanks." The girl curtsied and heard him laugh. When she looked up, she saw much amusement on his face.
"No, I meant your name, my lady." For a moment, the girl's eyes met with the Gondorian flag that flew high above everything else and then she answered. "Glory."
"What is your real name?" Faramir asked. "Surely you do not take such a long time to remember what your name is. I saw you looking at the flag."
"It could be that I do not trust you with my name." The girl said with a laugh. "But you are clever. It is not my real name." She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to leave. But he asked again. "What is your real name?"
She looked back over her shoulder and grinned. "I'll never tell."
"Well then, I shall call you Lady Glory." He said calmly and did not press the matter even though he much desired to know her name.
"Do not call me a Lady. It does not suit one of no great lineage such as I." She answered. "And do not call me Glory either. I am not worthy."
"That judgement has yet to be made." Faramir said with a smile. He hated it when people thought little of themselves, especially when they were not actually so bad. He, on the other hand, was always put down by his father and will never be able to be as good as his brother in his eyes. There was always a standard for him to meet and he envied everyone else who did not have anything to hold them down but still did not try to make the best of their situation and do great things. "Then I will call you Tuesday, since we met on a Tuesday. We will be good friends, I can tell."
"How can you tell? Anyway, you are much too good to be my friend. You are a captain." Tuesday said, in a mocking tone.
"Then tell me what do friends who are not captains do and I will do it." Faramir said, folding his arms across his chest. Tuesday thought for a moment and then she replied, "Well, friends have meals together I suppose. You can come to my home for dinner tonight at seven O'clock. But I must warn you that it isn't very fancy."
Faramir nodded. He did not really mind what he was going to have for dinner. He was worried he might be late, he always tried to do extra work so that his father would be pleased with him. It never truly worked but he kept trying anyway. Tuesday showed him how to get to her home and then they bid farewell.
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End of chapter 1
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: Yes I know I havent completed all my other fics but give it time and i will, don't worry! Besides, I said I would complete worlds apart and I did! Don't you take my word for it? Haha. Anyways, please review, it will be apreciated!