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*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien (such as Boromir, Faramir, or Denethor) or the story of "Pygmalion" by George Bernard Shaw or the musical "My Fair Lady" which is based on said play by Shaw. I own only Hallahiriel, the Barmaid of Dol Amroth.
This is a PARODY of both works. Boromir is the Henry Higgins, Faramir is Colonel Pickering, Hallahiriel is Eliza Doolittle and Denethor is the rough equivalent of Henry Higgins's uppity Ascot attending mother. The story is set in 3008, ten years before "Fellowship". Boromir is 30 and Faramir is 25.
MY FAIR BARMAID: A COMEDY
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Six: Show Me
As Hallahiriel woke the next morning, a deep sense of regret pulled at her chest. The meal the night before was a terrible fiasco. Before she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Corerith bustled into the room carrying an amber colored gown in her arms.
"Time to get up, Halla. Lord Boromir wishes to see you before he leaves."
Hallahiriel's brow wrinkled in confusion, "Where is he going at such an early hour?"
Corerith shook her head, "Silly girl, it's nearly noon. He has to go call on Therassa, Lady Brumwen's daughter."
Hallahiriel sighed, "I suppose that is my fault as well."
The older woman chuckled, "Yes, it is. Lord Boromir is quite angry about it."
Hallahiriel hung her head, "Will I ever do anything right? I've tried and tried so hard, but nothing I do seems to please Lord Boromir. I know that he wants to see me so he can yell at me."
Corerith pulled the girl to her feet, "Nonsense, actually he seems to be in a fairly good mood. Come now, no more idleness, you need to get ready."
Corerith pulled the top of Hallahiriel's coppery hair back with a black ribbon, leaving the rest to fall long and loose. Hallahiriel pulled on the amber colored dress and washed her face, then made her way down to the hall where Boromir and Faramir sat talking.
Hallahiriel approached meekly, "You wished to see me, Lord Boromir?"
Boromir rose and stood before her, "Yes, Halla. As you may know, I must call on Therassa today. I promise not to linger and I obviously hold no joy in going. Today, Faramir will be handling your lessons."
Hallahiriel's gaze fell on Faramir, who merely shrugged; "I still don't see why we can't just take the day off."
Boromir sighed, "We are running out of time, Faramir. After yesterday's events, it is very clear that the girl needs more work."
He turned back to Hallahiriel; "I must go. Both of you work hard. I shall return shortly."
Minutes after Boromir left, Hallahiriel and Faramir sat down for the lesson. Faramir looked at her in a bewildered manner, "So, where shall we begin, Halla?"
Hallahiriel smiled at him; "I have an idea."
Faramir leaned forward curiously, "What might that be?"
Hallahiriel spoke non-chalantly, "Take me out to see the city."
Faramir shook his head, "Boromir would be furious with me if I did."
"All we'll have to do is tell him that you were teaching me about social settings. You know, teaching me to buy things, how to greet people-very important things."
Faramir looked unsure about the plot, "Halla-"
She pleaded earnestly, "Please, Faramir! I have been nothing but cooped up for weeks. I have not ventured out of doors since my arrival."
Faramir relented and then nodded, "Alright, but only for a little while. You are quite persuasive. Go get a cloak and meet me back here."
Hallahiriel smiled brightly and hurried upstairs to retrieve her deep brown velveteen cloak. She stole a glance at herself in the mirror and then made her way downstairs to see Faramir waiting, adorned in a green cloak. He offered his arm to her and she took it happily.
As they made their way into the city, Hallahiriel spoke somberly to the young captain; "I feel like I am nothing more than a thorn in his side."
Faramir looked to her curiously, "Are you speaking of Boromir?"
Hallahiriel nodded, "I feel like I am failing."
Faramir shook his head, "Far from it. You have come a far way from the barmaid you once were. You are a thorn in no one's side. I daresay that you have made quite a difference in our home; a very pleasant one."
Hallahiriel smiled, "Thank you, Captain. However, your brother seems to dislike me very much."
Faramir sighed, "Pay no mind to Boromir, lady. He is really a good man, quite agreeable. He loves his country, his city and his people, but he is experiencing growing pains."
Hallahiriel looked confused, "Growing Pains? At his age?"
Faramir chuckled, "I can sum it up with one word. Marriage. Being the firstborn, my father finds it important for him to have a wife and children."
Hallahiriel smiled, "I see. Does your father do the same to you?"
Faramir shook his head, "Certainly not. His focus is Boromir at the moment. Who knows, he may have the same plans for me someday."
Hallahiriel smiled faintly and continued her questioning, "So this Therassa is whom your father wants Boromir to wed?"
Faramir shrugged, "I'm not sure, but he is keen for Boromir to meet her."
She could not contain herself, "What does she look like? Is she fair?"
Faramir looked at her slyly, "Judging by her mother, I should say not. No doubt Boromir should find her quite boring at any rate. Is there a reason that you are asking such questions?"
Hallahiriel felt her cheeks tinge pink beneath the hood of her cloak, "No reason, I was just curious about your brother's predicament. So tell me, Captain, where shall we go first?"
Faramir shrugged, "There's the blacksmith, the seamstress, the baker-I shall leave it up to you, lady. Wherever you wish to go."
Hallahiriel smiled thoughtfully; "Do you mind if we go to the seamstress? I know that it may seem strange, but I have never been to a proper seamstresses shop before."
Faramir nodded, "To the seamstress it is then."
They walked into the tiny shop and found themselves amongst yards and yards of fabric. Hallahiriel pulled her hood down and allowed her hands to travel over the different textures of cloth. She smiled brightly as an older woman bustled in from the back room. She was hunched over slightly and her hands were covered with paper-thin skin. Her mouth fell into a small 'o' when she noticed Faramir.
"Captain Faramir? Do my old eyes deceive me?"
Faramir shook his head, "No Lady Aethlien, they do not. I have brought my friend, Hallahiriel. She has never been into a proper seamstress's shop before."
The old woman approached Hallahiriel and placed a hand to her chin. She then pulled her down to eye-level as to get a better look at her. Lady Aethlien smiled brightly, "Why what a pretty girl! A fine match for our young Captain!"
Hallahiriel smiled bashfully and shook her head; "Faramir and I aren't together in that manner. I am a guest from Dol Amroth and Faramir is but a dear friend."
Faramir chuckled, "Lady Aethlien, Halla will be needing a fine dress for a ball. May we see your finest materials?"
~~ An hour later, Hallahiriel and Faramir emerged from Lady Aethlien's shop after choosing the fabric and having the seamstress measure Hallahiriel for the gown. Before the pair furthered their journey into the city, Hallahiriel caught Faramir by the wrist. He looked at her, a little concerned by her actions. Hallahiriel looked up at him; her blue-gray eyes quite serious, "Thank you, Captain Faramir. You are a fine man and a good friend."
Faramir smiled softly, "Halla-"
Hallahiriel balanced on the tip of her toes and kissed him gently on the cheek. Faramir smiled brighter at her, "We cannot stay out much longer, Boromir will return within an hour. He will have my hide for this, no doubt. However, I daresay it is worth it."
He took Hallahiriel by the hand and they continued through the city. As they neared a small market with men and women selling wares from their carts, Faramir caught sight of his brother walking with a thin woman with dark hair. Faramir pulled Halla behind the vegetable cart quickly. Hallahiriel looked confused and let out a cry in her former speech, "Heh! What ere we doin'?"
Faramir placed a gloved hand over her mouth, "We'll have none of that, Halla. We must be quiet. Boromir and Therassa are very near."
Hallahiriel pulled his fingers from her mouth and whispered, "There's no use in hiding. Besides, we have a plan. Aren't you a bit curious to see what this horrid Therassa looks like?"
Faramir rolled his eyes, "Well, yes, but Halla-"
Hallahiriel smiled, "Come Faramir, perhaps we will help Boromir escape."
He relented, still believing it to be the wrong choice. Hallahiriel clung to his arm as they emerged back on to the road where they stood no more than three feet from Boromir and Therassa. Boromir looked up in surprise and called, "Oh, hello Faramir."
Boromir did a double take and his face was awash with unfathomable rage, yet his exterior remained cool. Faramir smiled at his brother and pulled Halla a bit closer, "Hello Boromir. We did not expect to see you here, I just took Hallahiriel to be fitted for her gown-for the ball in Dol Amroth."
Boromir looked to Hallahiriel and then back to his brother, "Shouldn't the two of you be back home?"
Faramir sighed and shrugged, "Well, it's like you said, the time is running out and Halla needs a suitable gown for a ball and that will take a long time to complete."
Suddenly, a thin white arm snaked around Boromir's. Halla watched raptly as Therassa made her presence known. She was not hideous, rather stern and cold. Her long dark hair was pulled tightly into a braid and her sharp features were snake-like and her mouth reminded Halla of having the ever- present pall of sourness on her tongue. She leered unfavorably at Hallahiriel, "I see that you have run into your brother my Lord. Will you not introduce me properly?"
Boromir tried to abstain from rolling his eyes at the woman and cleared his throat, "Ah yes. Lady Therassa, this is my brother Faramir and the Lady Hallahiriel."
Both Faramir and Hallahiriel smiled in unison, wanting to keep the pleasantries to a minimum. Therassa smiled a bit menacingly, "So this is the famous Hallahiriel. I daresay my brother is quite smitten with you and is talking incessantly about your rather odd meeting yesterday."
Hallahiriel continued to smile, albeit very fakely, "Yes, your brother Owynvan is quite, uh, interesting."
Therassa had a possessive death grip on Boromir's arm, "Then you don't mind if the love-struck boy calls on you then?"
Hallahiriel pulled Faramir even closer and then clasped his hand in hers, "Well-"
Therassa smiled, "Ah, I see that your affections lie elsewhere. Poor Owynvan! He will be heartsick."
Boromir laughed heartily, "Nonsense Therassa! Send him by, Hallahiriel would love to see him."
Hallahiriel fumed silently at him as Therassa smiled, "Good! I will see to it that he will be by tomorrow!"
Boromir nodded to his brother, "Faramir, take Halla back home. I will return after escorting Therassa home."
Faramir nodded and pulled Hallahiriel in the opposite direction. Therassa called after them, "It 'twas nice meeting you!"
~~
Hallahiriel sat alone in her room, awaiting the inevitable tongue lashing from Boromir. When to door finally opened, Hallahiriel remained faced away from the door and sitting on her bed. Boromir's voice called to her, "Halla, I must speak with you."
Hallahiriel chuckled wryly, "You won't speak-you'll yell."
Boromir walked over to her and pulled her to her feet, "Must you always be so insubordinate? We must talk about this afternoon."
Halla balled her fists tightly; "I wanted to get out! I've been cooped up for weeks with nothing but your belittlement! I'm a person you know! I need air and sunlight and normalcy! How do you ever expect me to function in this city if I never experience it! I am more than an experiment!"
Boromir placed his hands on her shoulders, "I know Halla, but any more slip- ups like yesterday and my father will ask me to throw you out."
Halla ignored him, "If you continue to see that horrid Therassa we will never get anything accomplished and thanks to you her awful brother is coming to see me tomorrow!"
Boromir chuckled lightly, "Silly girl! Do you actually think I want to continue to see her?"
Hallahiriel shrugged and Boromir laughed, "Of course I don't. And as for Owynvan, I think it will serve you well to let him court you, you don't have to return his affections. My father bids me to call on Therassa; I only do it to keep you here. All I have done as of late has been for you."
Hallahiriel shrugged his hands off her shoulders and took a curious step towards him. He was surprised by her close physical proximity and looked down at her. Halla's eyes were wide and brave as she mustered up the courage to speak, "Why do you care? Why would you do something like that?"
Boromir smiled gently and pondered over his choices. He could remain calm and distant or he could act on curious impulse. He cupped his hands to her face and debated internally. He smiled, "I can't let Faramir win. There is still a wager at stake. That is what I care about."
Hallahiriel pushed him away, "Get out! Leave me be!"
Boromir's heart fell a bit, seeing that he had hurt her. Hallahiriel threw brushes and shoes at him until he was safely out of the room. He stood for a moment, knowing in his heart that he had made the wrong choice, that he truly wanted nothing more than to satisfy his curiosity. However, it was the right idea in the long term; even if he did hurt her now.
It was the right thing to do, for the moment. However, he could probably not be able to make the same choice the second time around.
~~
A/N: Next up; Owynvan calls, Lady Brumwen meets Halla's father and seeks to ruin her, Faramir goes to great lengths to keep the secret safe and Therassa gets jealous.
Let me know what you think about this chappie and a possible K-I-S-S!
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*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien (such as Boromir, Faramir, or Denethor) or the story of "Pygmalion" by George Bernard Shaw or the musical "My Fair Lady" which is based on said play by Shaw. I own only Hallahiriel, the Barmaid of Dol Amroth.
This is a PARODY of both works. Boromir is the Henry Higgins, Faramir is Colonel Pickering, Hallahiriel is Eliza Doolittle and Denethor is the rough equivalent of Henry Higgins's uppity Ascot attending mother. The story is set in 3008, ten years before "Fellowship". Boromir is 30 and Faramir is 25.
MY FAIR BARMAID: A COMEDY
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Six: Show Me
As Hallahiriel woke the next morning, a deep sense of regret pulled at her chest. The meal the night before was a terrible fiasco. Before she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Corerith bustled into the room carrying an amber colored gown in her arms.
"Time to get up, Halla. Lord Boromir wishes to see you before he leaves."
Hallahiriel's brow wrinkled in confusion, "Where is he going at such an early hour?"
Corerith shook her head, "Silly girl, it's nearly noon. He has to go call on Therassa, Lady Brumwen's daughter."
Hallahiriel sighed, "I suppose that is my fault as well."
The older woman chuckled, "Yes, it is. Lord Boromir is quite angry about it."
Hallahiriel hung her head, "Will I ever do anything right? I've tried and tried so hard, but nothing I do seems to please Lord Boromir. I know that he wants to see me so he can yell at me."
Corerith pulled the girl to her feet, "Nonsense, actually he seems to be in a fairly good mood. Come now, no more idleness, you need to get ready."
Corerith pulled the top of Hallahiriel's coppery hair back with a black ribbon, leaving the rest to fall long and loose. Hallahiriel pulled on the amber colored dress and washed her face, then made her way down to the hall where Boromir and Faramir sat talking.
Hallahiriel approached meekly, "You wished to see me, Lord Boromir?"
Boromir rose and stood before her, "Yes, Halla. As you may know, I must call on Therassa today. I promise not to linger and I obviously hold no joy in going. Today, Faramir will be handling your lessons."
Hallahiriel's gaze fell on Faramir, who merely shrugged; "I still don't see why we can't just take the day off."
Boromir sighed, "We are running out of time, Faramir. After yesterday's events, it is very clear that the girl needs more work."
He turned back to Hallahiriel; "I must go. Both of you work hard. I shall return shortly."
Minutes after Boromir left, Hallahiriel and Faramir sat down for the lesson. Faramir looked at her in a bewildered manner, "So, where shall we begin, Halla?"
Hallahiriel smiled at him; "I have an idea."
Faramir leaned forward curiously, "What might that be?"
Hallahiriel spoke non-chalantly, "Take me out to see the city."
Faramir shook his head, "Boromir would be furious with me if I did."
"All we'll have to do is tell him that you were teaching me about social settings. You know, teaching me to buy things, how to greet people-very important things."
Faramir looked unsure about the plot, "Halla-"
She pleaded earnestly, "Please, Faramir! I have been nothing but cooped up for weeks. I have not ventured out of doors since my arrival."
Faramir relented and then nodded, "Alright, but only for a little while. You are quite persuasive. Go get a cloak and meet me back here."
Hallahiriel smiled brightly and hurried upstairs to retrieve her deep brown velveteen cloak. She stole a glance at herself in the mirror and then made her way downstairs to see Faramir waiting, adorned in a green cloak. He offered his arm to her and she took it happily.
As they made their way into the city, Hallahiriel spoke somberly to the young captain; "I feel like I am nothing more than a thorn in his side."
Faramir looked to her curiously, "Are you speaking of Boromir?"
Hallahiriel nodded, "I feel like I am failing."
Faramir shook his head, "Far from it. You have come a far way from the barmaid you once were. You are a thorn in no one's side. I daresay that you have made quite a difference in our home; a very pleasant one."
Hallahiriel smiled, "Thank you, Captain. However, your brother seems to dislike me very much."
Faramir sighed, "Pay no mind to Boromir, lady. He is really a good man, quite agreeable. He loves his country, his city and his people, but he is experiencing growing pains."
Hallahiriel looked confused, "Growing Pains? At his age?"
Faramir chuckled, "I can sum it up with one word. Marriage. Being the firstborn, my father finds it important for him to have a wife and children."
Hallahiriel smiled, "I see. Does your father do the same to you?"
Faramir shook his head, "Certainly not. His focus is Boromir at the moment. Who knows, he may have the same plans for me someday."
Hallahiriel smiled faintly and continued her questioning, "So this Therassa is whom your father wants Boromir to wed?"
Faramir shrugged, "I'm not sure, but he is keen for Boromir to meet her."
She could not contain herself, "What does she look like? Is she fair?"
Faramir looked at her slyly, "Judging by her mother, I should say not. No doubt Boromir should find her quite boring at any rate. Is there a reason that you are asking such questions?"
Hallahiriel felt her cheeks tinge pink beneath the hood of her cloak, "No reason, I was just curious about your brother's predicament. So tell me, Captain, where shall we go first?"
Faramir shrugged, "There's the blacksmith, the seamstress, the baker-I shall leave it up to you, lady. Wherever you wish to go."
Hallahiriel smiled thoughtfully; "Do you mind if we go to the seamstress? I know that it may seem strange, but I have never been to a proper seamstresses shop before."
Faramir nodded, "To the seamstress it is then."
They walked into the tiny shop and found themselves amongst yards and yards of fabric. Hallahiriel pulled her hood down and allowed her hands to travel over the different textures of cloth. She smiled brightly as an older woman bustled in from the back room. She was hunched over slightly and her hands were covered with paper-thin skin. Her mouth fell into a small 'o' when she noticed Faramir.
"Captain Faramir? Do my old eyes deceive me?"
Faramir shook his head, "No Lady Aethlien, they do not. I have brought my friend, Hallahiriel. She has never been into a proper seamstress's shop before."
The old woman approached Hallahiriel and placed a hand to her chin. She then pulled her down to eye-level as to get a better look at her. Lady Aethlien smiled brightly, "Why what a pretty girl! A fine match for our young Captain!"
Hallahiriel smiled bashfully and shook her head; "Faramir and I aren't together in that manner. I am a guest from Dol Amroth and Faramir is but a dear friend."
Faramir chuckled, "Lady Aethlien, Halla will be needing a fine dress for a ball. May we see your finest materials?"
~~ An hour later, Hallahiriel and Faramir emerged from Lady Aethlien's shop after choosing the fabric and having the seamstress measure Hallahiriel for the gown. Before the pair furthered their journey into the city, Hallahiriel caught Faramir by the wrist. He looked at her, a little concerned by her actions. Hallahiriel looked up at him; her blue-gray eyes quite serious, "Thank you, Captain Faramir. You are a fine man and a good friend."
Faramir smiled softly, "Halla-"
Hallahiriel balanced on the tip of her toes and kissed him gently on the cheek. Faramir smiled brighter at her, "We cannot stay out much longer, Boromir will return within an hour. He will have my hide for this, no doubt. However, I daresay it is worth it."
He took Hallahiriel by the hand and they continued through the city. As they neared a small market with men and women selling wares from their carts, Faramir caught sight of his brother walking with a thin woman with dark hair. Faramir pulled Halla behind the vegetable cart quickly. Hallahiriel looked confused and let out a cry in her former speech, "Heh! What ere we doin'?"
Faramir placed a gloved hand over her mouth, "We'll have none of that, Halla. We must be quiet. Boromir and Therassa are very near."
Hallahiriel pulled his fingers from her mouth and whispered, "There's no use in hiding. Besides, we have a plan. Aren't you a bit curious to see what this horrid Therassa looks like?"
Faramir rolled his eyes, "Well, yes, but Halla-"
Hallahiriel smiled, "Come Faramir, perhaps we will help Boromir escape."
He relented, still believing it to be the wrong choice. Hallahiriel clung to his arm as they emerged back on to the road where they stood no more than three feet from Boromir and Therassa. Boromir looked up in surprise and called, "Oh, hello Faramir."
Boromir did a double take and his face was awash with unfathomable rage, yet his exterior remained cool. Faramir smiled at his brother and pulled Halla a bit closer, "Hello Boromir. We did not expect to see you here, I just took Hallahiriel to be fitted for her gown-for the ball in Dol Amroth."
Boromir looked to Hallahiriel and then back to his brother, "Shouldn't the two of you be back home?"
Faramir sighed and shrugged, "Well, it's like you said, the time is running out and Halla needs a suitable gown for a ball and that will take a long time to complete."
Suddenly, a thin white arm snaked around Boromir's. Halla watched raptly as Therassa made her presence known. She was not hideous, rather stern and cold. Her long dark hair was pulled tightly into a braid and her sharp features were snake-like and her mouth reminded Halla of having the ever- present pall of sourness on her tongue. She leered unfavorably at Hallahiriel, "I see that you have run into your brother my Lord. Will you not introduce me properly?"
Boromir tried to abstain from rolling his eyes at the woman and cleared his throat, "Ah yes. Lady Therassa, this is my brother Faramir and the Lady Hallahiriel."
Both Faramir and Hallahiriel smiled in unison, wanting to keep the pleasantries to a minimum. Therassa smiled a bit menacingly, "So this is the famous Hallahiriel. I daresay my brother is quite smitten with you and is talking incessantly about your rather odd meeting yesterday."
Hallahiriel continued to smile, albeit very fakely, "Yes, your brother Owynvan is quite, uh, interesting."
Therassa had a possessive death grip on Boromir's arm, "Then you don't mind if the love-struck boy calls on you then?"
Hallahiriel pulled Faramir even closer and then clasped his hand in hers, "Well-"
Therassa smiled, "Ah, I see that your affections lie elsewhere. Poor Owynvan! He will be heartsick."
Boromir laughed heartily, "Nonsense Therassa! Send him by, Hallahiriel would love to see him."
Hallahiriel fumed silently at him as Therassa smiled, "Good! I will see to it that he will be by tomorrow!"
Boromir nodded to his brother, "Faramir, take Halla back home. I will return after escorting Therassa home."
Faramir nodded and pulled Hallahiriel in the opposite direction. Therassa called after them, "It 'twas nice meeting you!"
~~
Hallahiriel sat alone in her room, awaiting the inevitable tongue lashing from Boromir. When to door finally opened, Hallahiriel remained faced away from the door and sitting on her bed. Boromir's voice called to her, "Halla, I must speak with you."
Hallahiriel chuckled wryly, "You won't speak-you'll yell."
Boromir walked over to her and pulled her to her feet, "Must you always be so insubordinate? We must talk about this afternoon."
Halla balled her fists tightly; "I wanted to get out! I've been cooped up for weeks with nothing but your belittlement! I'm a person you know! I need air and sunlight and normalcy! How do you ever expect me to function in this city if I never experience it! I am more than an experiment!"
Boromir placed his hands on her shoulders, "I know Halla, but any more slip- ups like yesterday and my father will ask me to throw you out."
Halla ignored him, "If you continue to see that horrid Therassa we will never get anything accomplished and thanks to you her awful brother is coming to see me tomorrow!"
Boromir chuckled lightly, "Silly girl! Do you actually think I want to continue to see her?"
Hallahiriel shrugged and Boromir laughed, "Of course I don't. And as for Owynvan, I think it will serve you well to let him court you, you don't have to return his affections. My father bids me to call on Therassa; I only do it to keep you here. All I have done as of late has been for you."
Hallahiriel shrugged his hands off her shoulders and took a curious step towards him. He was surprised by her close physical proximity and looked down at her. Halla's eyes were wide and brave as she mustered up the courage to speak, "Why do you care? Why would you do something like that?"
Boromir smiled gently and pondered over his choices. He could remain calm and distant or he could act on curious impulse. He cupped his hands to her face and debated internally. He smiled, "I can't let Faramir win. There is still a wager at stake. That is what I care about."
Hallahiriel pushed him away, "Get out! Leave me be!"
Boromir's heart fell a bit, seeing that he had hurt her. Hallahiriel threw brushes and shoes at him until he was safely out of the room. He stood for a moment, knowing in his heart that he had made the wrong choice, that he truly wanted nothing more than to satisfy his curiosity. However, it was the right idea in the long term; even if he did hurt her now.
It was the right thing to do, for the moment. However, he could probably not be able to make the same choice the second time around.
~~
A/N: Next up; Owynvan calls, Lady Brumwen meets Halla's father and seeks to ruin her, Faramir goes to great lengths to keep the secret safe and Therassa gets jealous.
Let me know what you think about this chappie and a possible K-I-S-S!
Please read and review!