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Tuesday
Chapter 4
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It must have been about twelve O' clock when Faramir and Tuesday arrived back at the White City and everything was dark and quiet except for the tiny lamps that lit the streets. They walked up to the doorstep of Tuesday's home and Faramir wished her goodnight. But Tuesday did not stand there very long, she called after him as he made his way back to his own home.
"Faramir? Can I come with you?" She asked.
The young man looked at her, puzzled. "I'm going home." Tuesday nodded.
"And you want to come with me?" He asked, pointing at his own face as if he did not hear her correctly but Tuesday nodded again.
"Why? It is late and your mother would have expected you home hours ago. I should not even have kept you out this late." He said.
"You did not keep me out, I kept you out and my mother knows me and my antics and I never come home till the next morning sometimes. Its not fair that you get to see my home and I don't get to see yours." She answered and she started to pull at his arm towards his house.
"But why come at this hour?"
"Because this is the best time and your home is the best place to see it." She said and Faramir could tell that he was going to experience something new once again and he did not have a choice if he wanted to.
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As they entered the halls of Faramir's home, they met Helena and she told Faramir that Denethor had sent for him. Faramir nodded and instructed Helena to take Tuesday to the guest room when he went to see his father.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you shortly." He said, trying to seem as calm as possible but deep in his heart, all he could think of was how much trouble he was going to be in.
Tuesday said nothing as Helena took her to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was not unusual to see her this quiet, there were times when she would be silent for a whole day and there was nothing anyone could do to make her talk. Nobody could understand why she behaved the way she did but nobody ever realized what a complex mind she had. Sometimes she would just be deep in thought, wondering why the world worked the way it did, could everything just be magic holding it together?
This time she was imagining all different possibilities of why Faramir was sent to his father at this late hour. Was he in trouble? Indeed he was because right that moment, the very voice that boomed in the study was Denethor's. The book that had been thrown at Faramir was also Denethor's doing.
Faramir had not said anything for the entire five minutes since he had arrived in the study and he did not have to, his father provided all the words. There was no use denying anything he did, whether he be right or wrong he would always be wrong, why bother to fight this. He did not rub his cheek where the book had landed even though it stung a little. Instead, he bent down to pick up the book which had fallen to the floor and when his father turned away for a moment, he quickly wiped the tear away from his eye.
He had always promised himself to ignore his father's words. He promised himself he would never cry but he had yet to fulfill that promise. There were times when he truly wanted to punch his father. It was actually physically possible for him to beat his father to pulp but he just could not. There was always his conscience bugging him and something called love and honor. He had no idea why he loved his father, he had no reason to but he did anyway and that was all that mattered to him and Faramir was a good person in his heart.
"How could you have left your post? No, I stand corrected. How could you not even go to your post!" Denethor screamed at his son.
Faramir said nothing but clenched his fists and he could feel his fingernails dig into his palms.
"I do not know what to do with you Faramir. You have failed me time and again and I have been very tolerant with you. What will you have me do? No, in fact, don't answer that, I know just what to do. You will report straight to me before your duties and after your duties you will see me again. Then you will go back to your room and not be allowed out until your next duty. If you fail to comply to this...this curfew, I shall see to it that all your pathetic books be used as firewood."
At this, Faramir cringed and almost wanted to protest but he knew that if he were to, his father would surely give him an even worse punishment. He swallowed a big gulp of saliva and nodded.
"If it will be your will. Anything." He said quietly before leaving the room.
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Tuesday stared out into the sky from the balcony of the guest room. She was looking at the stars again and she realized how much clearer they were from up there. Just then, Faramir knocked on the door but did not wait for her to reply when he came in. Out of his frustration, he forgot all about waiting for her response.
"Oh, its you Faramir, you startled me." Tuesday said, giving him a smile but she quickly wiped it off her face when she noticed his frown.
"You have to leave first thing in the morning." He told her. His voice was shaking slightly in anger and because he was hurt.
"Look at the stars, Faramir, you're so lucky you live up here. Its a great view."
"Helena will see you out tomorrow, I will be on duty." He continued, not wanting to be interrupted by what he thought was her being a nuisance.
"I can't see them from my house, I fear my eyesight is deteriorating." She said stubbornly.
"Did you not hear me? I said.."
"I heard you." Tuesday answered irritably. Why did he keep talking about things that did not matter? Who cares who will send her out tomorrow? Who cares if he had to go for duty first thing in the morning? She certainly did not.
"Then why do you keep talking about something else?" He asked. He could not understand why she kept talking about the stars when he obviously thought what he was going to do tomorrow was much more important than some stars in the sky.
"Why do you care so much about what you have to do tomorrow? Why do you care so much about your work?" She answered back. Her tone became more and more annoyed by his stern behavior.
"My father is angry. I should not have left with you today." He said, his voice lowered an octave and she was not sure if he was angry but she went on anyway, she would not let her case rest.
"Would you have rather stayed here, watching the borders of Gondor?"
"Don't you care about this city?" He shot back.
"Yes. But I wouldn't give up my happiness for it because in the end, it will fall, just like everything great. We do not even have a king," said Tuesday. She wanted Faramir to see life the way she did. That it was not just about work, work and work. It was about embracing every last bit of the earth and having tasted every dewdrop that fell off the trees. She knew that a part of him wanted that but he was so stuck in reality.
"You are a selfish girl." He shot angrily at her.
"I don't care. And you shouldn't have to either." She snapped back.
Faramir was quiet for a while and then he shook his head.
"I'm not like you... thank Valar for that." He said quietly but in a menacing tone and this statement seemed to bite very hard into Tuesday's heart and she gave him a look that he would remember forever. She was like a little girl. A little girl that refused to grow up and she was angry at him because he had become an unfeeling, numb, cold-blooded adult who was giving her a good scolding for doing what she thought was right.
"Then Faramir, tell me what I should be like? Should I be like you? Should I be faithful and loyal and upset all my waking days? Should I eat, sleep and breathe upon every word that my father says? Should I be born to work to my death? Tell me! Is that what you want your life to be like!" She cried out and something triggered inside of Faramir, he actually raised his hand and was about to slap her but it stopped when it was just about to touch a face.
Tuesday's eyes never wavered, she stared at him, unblinking and her head held up high.
"Hit me, Faramir. You are just like your own father."
Faramir opened his mouth to speak but Tuesday was quicker.
"Hit me, I dare you."
The man curled up his fingers and he dropped his fist to his side. This was not someone he wanted to be and he was not always quick to anger but Tuesday had gone quite too far and he was afraid of her. It was as if she knew something about him that he did not want anyone to find out.
"You are a very difficult woman." He said as he turned and made for the door. He was so infuriated with her that he wanted to slap her but he also wanted to hit himself for being such a horrible, ungentlemanly man. He hated himself for that and to think he was even going to hit her.
Faramir left the room feeling so intimidated by the teenager. But what he did not know was that he had scared her as well. He had made her so frightened that she had a hard time fighting back the tears that were forming quickly in her eyes. Tuesday was just like any girl at times and she was quite sensitive and would get hurt by harsh words just as easily as the next girl but the difference between her and them was that she never showed her facial expressions were always blank or unreadable.
The very thought of staying at his home made her feel awkward then, since they just had an argument. She opened the dresser drawer and there was a quill and pieces of paper in it, just what she was looking for. How lucky, she thought. She wrote a quick note and left it on the bed. Then she proceeded to climb out of the balcony, it was difficult but she would rather fall to her death than to stay in his home another minute.
However, the girl did not return home, she strolled the city streets alone in the dark, like she would have done when she felt like no one could put up with her and her ridiculous ways. But she also did something different that night. She actually knew what she was looking for this time, instead of her usual aimless wandering. She was looking for her father and he was on guard duty that night. And when she found him, she did not greet him with a big 'hello' like always, instead, she hugged him and she buried her face in his
shoulder. There she wept and her father did not ask her why, he just put his arm around her and kissed her hair. Then he whispered the most comforting words she had ever heard for such a long time.
"Oh... my child, my little girl... you will not belong to me forever... but you are always welcome in your father's house."
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End of Chapter 4
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Plasmolysed Cell Membrane: Yeah, if you think I'm a mushy lovey dovey person, I am. If you're wondering if I cry writing my own fics... well..I almost do sometimes... not yet though. Hehheh. But yeah, there you have it, chapter 4. You know the routine, read and review... so nice... illiteration... read and review.. =)...
For all those who thnk its a romance fic, it isn't. That's why it doesn't say romance as a genre. =) ...friendship doesn't have its own genre so I put it under general.
Tuesday
Chapter 4
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It must have been about twelve O' clock when Faramir and Tuesday arrived back at the White City and everything was dark and quiet except for the tiny lamps that lit the streets. They walked up to the doorstep of Tuesday's home and Faramir wished her goodnight. But Tuesday did not stand there very long, she called after him as he made his way back to his own home.
"Faramir? Can I come with you?" She asked.
The young man looked at her, puzzled. "I'm going home." Tuesday nodded.
"And you want to come with me?" He asked, pointing at his own face as if he did not hear her correctly but Tuesday nodded again.
"Why? It is late and your mother would have expected you home hours ago. I should not even have kept you out this late." He said.
"You did not keep me out, I kept you out and my mother knows me and my antics and I never come home till the next morning sometimes. Its not fair that you get to see my home and I don't get to see yours." She answered and she started to pull at his arm towards his house.
"But why come at this hour?"
"Because this is the best time and your home is the best place to see it." She said and Faramir could tell that he was going to experience something new once again and he did not have a choice if he wanted to.
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As they entered the halls of Faramir's home, they met Helena and she told Faramir that Denethor had sent for him. Faramir nodded and instructed Helena to take Tuesday to the guest room when he went to see his father.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you shortly." He said, trying to seem as calm as possible but deep in his heart, all he could think of was how much trouble he was going to be in.
Tuesday said nothing as Helena took her to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was not unusual to see her this quiet, there were times when she would be silent for a whole day and there was nothing anyone could do to make her talk. Nobody could understand why she behaved the way she did but nobody ever realized what a complex mind she had. Sometimes she would just be deep in thought, wondering why the world worked the way it did, could everything just be magic holding it together?
This time she was imagining all different possibilities of why Faramir was sent to his father at this late hour. Was he in trouble? Indeed he was because right that moment, the very voice that boomed in the study was Denethor's. The book that had been thrown at Faramir was also Denethor's doing.
Faramir had not said anything for the entire five minutes since he had arrived in the study and he did not have to, his father provided all the words. There was no use denying anything he did, whether he be right or wrong he would always be wrong, why bother to fight this. He did not rub his cheek where the book had landed even though it stung a little. Instead, he bent down to pick up the book which had fallen to the floor and when his father turned away for a moment, he quickly wiped the tear away from his eye.
He had always promised himself to ignore his father's words. He promised himself he would never cry but he had yet to fulfill that promise. There were times when he truly wanted to punch his father. It was actually physically possible for him to beat his father to pulp but he just could not. There was always his conscience bugging him and something called love and honor. He had no idea why he loved his father, he had no reason to but he did anyway and that was all that mattered to him and Faramir was a good person in his heart.
"How could you have left your post? No, I stand corrected. How could you not even go to your post!" Denethor screamed at his son.
Faramir said nothing but clenched his fists and he could feel his fingernails dig into his palms.
"I do not know what to do with you Faramir. You have failed me time and again and I have been very tolerant with you. What will you have me do? No, in fact, don't answer that, I know just what to do. You will report straight to me before your duties and after your duties you will see me again. Then you will go back to your room and not be allowed out until your next duty. If you fail to comply to this...this curfew, I shall see to it that all your pathetic books be used as firewood."
At this, Faramir cringed and almost wanted to protest but he knew that if he were to, his father would surely give him an even worse punishment. He swallowed a big gulp of saliva and nodded.
"If it will be your will. Anything." He said quietly before leaving the room.
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Tuesday stared out into the sky from the balcony of the guest room. She was looking at the stars again and she realized how much clearer they were from up there. Just then, Faramir knocked on the door but did not wait for her to reply when he came in. Out of his frustration, he forgot all about waiting for her response.
"Oh, its you Faramir, you startled me." Tuesday said, giving him a smile but she quickly wiped it off her face when she noticed his frown.
"You have to leave first thing in the morning." He told her. His voice was shaking slightly in anger and because he was hurt.
"Look at the stars, Faramir, you're so lucky you live up here. Its a great view."
"Helena will see you out tomorrow, I will be on duty." He continued, not wanting to be interrupted by what he thought was her being a nuisance.
"I can't see them from my house, I fear my eyesight is deteriorating." She said stubbornly.
"Did you not hear me? I said.."
"I heard you." Tuesday answered irritably. Why did he keep talking about things that did not matter? Who cares who will send her out tomorrow? Who cares if he had to go for duty first thing in the morning? She certainly did not.
"Then why do you keep talking about something else?" He asked. He could not understand why she kept talking about the stars when he obviously thought what he was going to do tomorrow was much more important than some stars in the sky.
"Why do you care so much about what you have to do tomorrow? Why do you care so much about your work?" She answered back. Her tone became more and more annoyed by his stern behavior.
"My father is angry. I should not have left with you today." He said, his voice lowered an octave and she was not sure if he was angry but she went on anyway, she would not let her case rest.
"Would you have rather stayed here, watching the borders of Gondor?"
"Don't you care about this city?" He shot back.
"Yes. But I wouldn't give up my happiness for it because in the end, it will fall, just like everything great. We do not even have a king," said Tuesday. She wanted Faramir to see life the way she did. That it was not just about work, work and work. It was about embracing every last bit of the earth and having tasted every dewdrop that fell off the trees. She knew that a part of him wanted that but he was so stuck in reality.
"You are a selfish girl." He shot angrily at her.
"I don't care. And you shouldn't have to either." She snapped back.
Faramir was quiet for a while and then he shook his head.
"I'm not like you... thank Valar for that." He said quietly but in a menacing tone and this statement seemed to bite very hard into Tuesday's heart and she gave him a look that he would remember forever. She was like a little girl. A little girl that refused to grow up and she was angry at him because he had become an unfeeling, numb, cold-blooded adult who was giving her a good scolding for doing what she thought was right.
"Then Faramir, tell me what I should be like? Should I be like you? Should I be faithful and loyal and upset all my waking days? Should I eat, sleep and breathe upon every word that my father says? Should I be born to work to my death? Tell me! Is that what you want your life to be like!" She cried out and something triggered inside of Faramir, he actually raised his hand and was about to slap her but it stopped when it was just about to touch a face.
Tuesday's eyes never wavered, she stared at him, unblinking and her head held up high.
"Hit me, Faramir. You are just like your own father."
Faramir opened his mouth to speak but Tuesday was quicker.
"Hit me, I dare you."
The man curled up his fingers and he dropped his fist to his side. This was not someone he wanted to be and he was not always quick to anger but Tuesday had gone quite too far and he was afraid of her. It was as if she knew something about him that he did not want anyone to find out.
"You are a very difficult woman." He said as he turned and made for the door. He was so infuriated with her that he wanted to slap her but he also wanted to hit himself for being such a horrible, ungentlemanly man. He hated himself for that and to think he was even going to hit her.
Faramir left the room feeling so intimidated by the teenager. But what he did not know was that he had scared her as well. He had made her so frightened that she had a hard time fighting back the tears that were forming quickly in her eyes. Tuesday was just like any girl at times and she was quite sensitive and would get hurt by harsh words just as easily as the next girl but the difference between her and them was that she never showed her facial expressions were always blank or unreadable.
The very thought of staying at his home made her feel awkward then, since they just had an argument. She opened the dresser drawer and there was a quill and pieces of paper in it, just what she was looking for. How lucky, she thought. She wrote a quick note and left it on the bed. Then she proceeded to climb out of the balcony, it was difficult but she would rather fall to her death than to stay in his home another minute.
However, the girl did not return home, she strolled the city streets alone in the dark, like she would have done when she felt like no one could put up with her and her ridiculous ways. But she also did something different that night. She actually knew what she was looking for this time, instead of her usual aimless wandering. She was looking for her father and he was on guard duty that night. And when she found him, she did not greet him with a big 'hello' like always, instead, she hugged him and she buried her face in his
shoulder. There she wept and her father did not ask her why, he just put his arm around her and kissed her hair. Then he whispered the most comforting words she had ever heard for such a long time.
"Oh... my child, my little girl... you will not belong to me forever... but you are always welcome in your father's house."
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End of Chapter 4
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Plasmolysed Cell Membrane: Yeah, if you think I'm a mushy lovey dovey person, I am. If you're wondering if I cry writing my own fics... well..I almost do sometimes... not yet though. Hehheh. But yeah, there you have it, chapter 4. You know the routine, read and review... so nice... illiteration... read and review.. =)...
For all those who thnk its a romance fic, it isn't. That's why it doesn't say romance as a genre. =) ...friendship doesn't have its own genre so I put it under general.