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Tuesday
Chapter 2
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Faramir quickly kicked off his army boots and attempted to pull on his normal boots while hopping in one foot out of his bedroom. He was going to be late and he had not even changed into proper civilian clothes. He had already taken off his Gondorian army vest but was still wearing the inside of his uniform which was just a white shirt. He decided that that will just have to do and he will just apologize again for not having taken a bath yet because he was afraid of being later any than he already was.
He picked up speed as he ran down the staircase and ran into Helena, a maid in his household. She used to be his mother's maid before she died but his mother made her promise to look after Faramir. She did just that and he adored her. He would always sneak into the kitchen when he was younger and Helena would always have a treat for him there. Other days when he was lonely, he would come by the maids' room and ask her what she was doing and she would say she was writing a letter to her family, he would then ask if he could visit her family with her when she goes back home and she would tell him that she could not go home and when he asked her why, she would not say. But she would tell him that she wrote 'Faramir says hello' in her letters and Faramir would be delighted.
However, as many winters and summers passed and Faramir had grown a lot bigger, she told him not to visit her in the maids' room anymore and he could not understand why, until he became a man. Still, they were as close as mother and son and his affection for her never faltered as he became an adult.
"Whoa, slow down, small boy! Where do you think you are going?" Helena asked grabbing hold onto his arm as if he was still a little boy who was trying to run away from a scolding. She still called him small boy even though he was far from that but he did not mind, in fact, he hardly even noticed it. Although, she called him Lord Faramir in front of his father.
"Dinner appointment. I'm already late!" Faramir said quickly.
"Dinner appointment? Did you forget that you were supposed to have dinner with your father and brother tonight?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. She had expected him to remember because he would never forget anything that had to do with his father. This was an interesting start, she thought.
"Oh no! I completely forgot!" Exclaimed Faramir as his slapped his hand on his forehead.
"Who will you be having dinner with?" She asked.
"A friend. I met her this morning." Faramir answered hoping Helena did not hear him say 'her'. But knowing her, she would have noticed. She wanted him to get a suitor and have lots of babies because Helena loved children and the sound of innocent laughter had not been heard in the house of stewards for a very long time.
"Oh, a girl!" Helena laughed and grinned. "Alright, I shall tell your father you are not well and will be having dinner in your room." Faramir was extremely pleased to hear this and he gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Thank you so much!" He said and he ran out the house without looking back once.
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"I'm telling you Mama, my friend isn't going to turn up!" Tuesday said with disappointment as she laid a bowl of fruits on the dining table.
"Nonsense, of course she is. You're a lovely girl, who wouldn't want to be your friend?" Her mother said with a smile as she lifted her daughter's head up an gave her a smile. "Yes, you are a lovely girl."
"Its not a 'she' Mama." Tuesday replied, plopping herself on a chair and resting her chin on the table.
"He? How... interesting." Her mother said as she stroked her daughter's hair to Tuesday's annoyance. She did not like the way her mother was always trying to set her up with any man she that came along the way. She decided that she would have to protect Faramir from the 'evil' clutches of her mother this time.
"Mamaa..." Tuesday whined as she pushed her mother's hand away and just as she did so, there came a knock on the door. Both women rushed to the entrance of the house but Tuesday managed to get there first and she swung the door open. There he was, Faramir, looking as handsome as ever.
"Hello Faramir!" Tuesday greeted him loudly and with a grin. "You're late!" She continued as her eyes scanned him from head to toe. "And you smell too." She added, wrinkling her nose to produce a more disgusted effect to her comment.
"Thank you for sharing that with me." Faramir said with a laugh. He then handed her a bunch of flowers.
"Oh why, thank you. Where did you get these from? They are fresh." Tuesday asked, giving the flowers a sniff. She grabbed an empty vase from the shelf and placed them in it. Her mother shook her head and took the vase from her daughter. "Water darling. Water."
"Well, I got them from my father's garden, that's why they're still fresh." Faramir told her.
"Your father has a garden?" Tuesday asked, raising an eyebrow. She did not think the Steward of Gondor was really interested in plants.
"Yes, but he doesn't know about it, he is too busy to notice minor things like these. The gardener will have my head in the morning when he finds that his roses are no longer there." He chuckled but a sad feeling came over him as he thought of all the other minor things his father cared not for, like him, the Steward's very own son.
Tuesday did a little dance around Faramir and then she gave him a gentle push towards the dining table. She was about to pull out the chair for him when he placed his hand on hers to stop her.
"No, let me." He said. He lifted her hand away from the chair and then escorted her to another chair where he let go of her hand and pulled the piece of furniture from beneath the table. He then walked over to Tuesday's mother and did the same for her. She gave him a big smile and thanked him. It had been such a long time since anyone had done that for her. Her husband never did so because it seemed too formal for their simple family.
"I am sorry, we haven't properly introduced. I am Faramir, son of Denethor. It is a pleasure meeting you." Faramir said as he took a small bow before taking his own seat.
"No, it is us who should apologise, my daughter is so impolite sometimes. I am Asenath, daughter of Clycelan." Tuesday's mother answered and this made Tuesday frown.
"Faramir is my friend, Mama. Who talks to friends the way you do? Friends do not talk like they have met for the first time!" The young woman exclaimed, making a face. She picked up the plate of mashed potatoes and dug a big ball of it, plopping it down messily on her plate. She licked the part of her finger where a drop of potato had fallen on only to the dismay of her mother. But the older woman said nothing, only sighed and gave in to her daughter's ways.
Faramir was not offended though, in fact, he was very amused. He had not met anyone like her and somehow, he wished he could be that free around his father the way she was around her mother. There were always these rules, rules and rules in his home and there were a million ways you could offend someone. But he was glad he had chosen to dine in her home that night, he did not like it when people felt constrain around his presence. It does not really allow much of a decent conversation.
"So, how old are you Faramir?" Tuesday asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.
"That would really depend. How old are you?" Faramir replied with a smile.
"25." Tuesday answered. Her mother stared at her as if she was crazy but remained silent. She was quite interested to know how Faramir would react.
"Really, me too." The young man said with a laugh. Tuesday looked unsure but she continued.
"I'm actually 22."
"So am I." Faramir said.
"19." Tuesday finally confessed.
"31." Faramir said and this time he was telling the truth as well. He was 31 but he always felt like he was still a child sometimes, and the world was just ready to eat him up.
The night went on with much conversation and laughter as Tuesday shared many jokes. Faramir had been waiting for her mother to say her name by accident but he never heard it. Unknowingly, he actually had, only he did not think it was her name, for it was too unusual for a girl to be call such. Tuesday did not say anything in response to her mother spilling the beans so he thought nothing of it. But he had to admit, he had a lot of fun that night. Although, the fun would soon be shortlived for him.
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End of chapter 2
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: Eh, okay. Just to warn you guys, Faramir is going to get into heaps of trouble in the next few chapters okay. So... get ready! haha but he'll have a lot of fun too, don't worry! Thanks for the reviews! =)
Tuesday
Chapter 2
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Faramir quickly kicked off his army boots and attempted to pull on his normal boots while hopping in one foot out of his bedroom. He was going to be late and he had not even changed into proper civilian clothes. He had already taken off his Gondorian army vest but was still wearing the inside of his uniform which was just a white shirt. He decided that that will just have to do and he will just apologize again for not having taken a bath yet because he was afraid of being later any than he already was.
He picked up speed as he ran down the staircase and ran into Helena, a maid in his household. She used to be his mother's maid before she died but his mother made her promise to look after Faramir. She did just that and he adored her. He would always sneak into the kitchen when he was younger and Helena would always have a treat for him there. Other days when he was lonely, he would come by the maids' room and ask her what she was doing and she would say she was writing a letter to her family, he would then ask if he could visit her family with her when she goes back home and she would tell him that she could not go home and when he asked her why, she would not say. But she would tell him that she wrote 'Faramir says hello' in her letters and Faramir would be delighted.
However, as many winters and summers passed and Faramir had grown a lot bigger, she told him not to visit her in the maids' room anymore and he could not understand why, until he became a man. Still, they were as close as mother and son and his affection for her never faltered as he became an adult.
"Whoa, slow down, small boy! Where do you think you are going?" Helena asked grabbing hold onto his arm as if he was still a little boy who was trying to run away from a scolding. She still called him small boy even though he was far from that but he did not mind, in fact, he hardly even noticed it. Although, she called him Lord Faramir in front of his father.
"Dinner appointment. I'm already late!" Faramir said quickly.
"Dinner appointment? Did you forget that you were supposed to have dinner with your father and brother tonight?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. She had expected him to remember because he would never forget anything that had to do with his father. This was an interesting start, she thought.
"Oh no! I completely forgot!" Exclaimed Faramir as his slapped his hand on his forehead.
"Who will you be having dinner with?" She asked.
"A friend. I met her this morning." Faramir answered hoping Helena did not hear him say 'her'. But knowing her, she would have noticed. She wanted him to get a suitor and have lots of babies because Helena loved children and the sound of innocent laughter had not been heard in the house of stewards for a very long time.
"Oh, a girl!" Helena laughed and grinned. "Alright, I shall tell your father you are not well and will be having dinner in your room." Faramir was extremely pleased to hear this and he gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Thank you so much!" He said and he ran out the house without looking back once.
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"I'm telling you Mama, my friend isn't going to turn up!" Tuesday said with disappointment as she laid a bowl of fruits on the dining table.
"Nonsense, of course she is. You're a lovely girl, who wouldn't want to be your friend?" Her mother said with a smile as she lifted her daughter's head up an gave her a smile. "Yes, you are a lovely girl."
"Its not a 'she' Mama." Tuesday replied, plopping herself on a chair and resting her chin on the table.
"He? How... interesting." Her mother said as she stroked her daughter's hair to Tuesday's annoyance. She did not like the way her mother was always trying to set her up with any man she that came along the way. She decided that she would have to protect Faramir from the 'evil' clutches of her mother this time.
"Mamaa..." Tuesday whined as she pushed her mother's hand away and just as she did so, there came a knock on the door. Both women rushed to the entrance of the house but Tuesday managed to get there first and she swung the door open. There he was, Faramir, looking as handsome as ever.
"Hello Faramir!" Tuesday greeted him loudly and with a grin. "You're late!" She continued as her eyes scanned him from head to toe. "And you smell too." She added, wrinkling her nose to produce a more disgusted effect to her comment.
"Thank you for sharing that with me." Faramir said with a laugh. He then handed her a bunch of flowers.
"Oh why, thank you. Where did you get these from? They are fresh." Tuesday asked, giving the flowers a sniff. She grabbed an empty vase from the shelf and placed them in it. Her mother shook her head and took the vase from her daughter. "Water darling. Water."
"Well, I got them from my father's garden, that's why they're still fresh." Faramir told her.
"Your father has a garden?" Tuesday asked, raising an eyebrow. She did not think the Steward of Gondor was really interested in plants.
"Yes, but he doesn't know about it, he is too busy to notice minor things like these. The gardener will have my head in the morning when he finds that his roses are no longer there." He chuckled but a sad feeling came over him as he thought of all the other minor things his father cared not for, like him, the Steward's very own son.
Tuesday did a little dance around Faramir and then she gave him a gentle push towards the dining table. She was about to pull out the chair for him when he placed his hand on hers to stop her.
"No, let me." He said. He lifted her hand away from the chair and then escorted her to another chair where he let go of her hand and pulled the piece of furniture from beneath the table. He then walked over to Tuesday's mother and did the same for her. She gave him a big smile and thanked him. It had been such a long time since anyone had done that for her. Her husband never did so because it seemed too formal for their simple family.
"I am sorry, we haven't properly introduced. I am Faramir, son of Denethor. It is a pleasure meeting you." Faramir said as he took a small bow before taking his own seat.
"No, it is us who should apologise, my daughter is so impolite sometimes. I am Asenath, daughter of Clycelan." Tuesday's mother answered and this made Tuesday frown.
"Faramir is my friend, Mama. Who talks to friends the way you do? Friends do not talk like they have met for the first time!" The young woman exclaimed, making a face. She picked up the plate of mashed potatoes and dug a big ball of it, plopping it down messily on her plate. She licked the part of her finger where a drop of potato had fallen on only to the dismay of her mother. But the older woman said nothing, only sighed and gave in to her daughter's ways.
Faramir was not offended though, in fact, he was very amused. He had not met anyone like her and somehow, he wished he could be that free around his father the way she was around her mother. There were always these rules, rules and rules in his home and there were a million ways you could offend someone. But he was glad he had chosen to dine in her home that night, he did not like it when people felt constrain around his presence. It does not really allow much of a decent conversation.
"So, how old are you Faramir?" Tuesday asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.
"That would really depend. How old are you?" Faramir replied with a smile.
"25." Tuesday answered. Her mother stared at her as if she was crazy but remained silent. She was quite interested to know how Faramir would react.
"Really, me too." The young man said with a laugh. Tuesday looked unsure but she continued.
"I'm actually 22."
"So am I." Faramir said.
"19." Tuesday finally confessed.
"31." Faramir said and this time he was telling the truth as well. He was 31 but he always felt like he was still a child sometimes, and the world was just ready to eat him up.
The night went on with much conversation and laughter as Tuesday shared many jokes. Faramir had been waiting for her mother to say her name by accident but he never heard it. Unknowingly, he actually had, only he did not think it was her name, for it was too unusual for a girl to be call such. Tuesday did not say anything in response to her mother spilling the beans so he thought nothing of it. But he had to admit, he had a lot of fun that night. Although, the fun would soon be shortlived for him.
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End of chapter 2
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Plasmolysed Cell membrane: Eh, okay. Just to warn you guys, Faramir is going to get into heaps of trouble in the next few chapters okay. So... get ready! haha but he'll have a lot of fun too, don't worry! Thanks for the reviews! =)