*A/N: Just wanted to say some things to my faithful readers!
-Alina11: I'm so glad you like it! I hope you continue to enjoy! Thanks Sweets!
-DiamondTook3: I hope you do rent the film! It is indeed loverly! However, I hope to incorporate a little more romance than the film and play did! Tell me what you think of the film! Keep in mind there is no Therassa-like character and I have added other elements to the story to suit my liking.
-Angel of Harlem: "Lady Day got diamond eyes, she sees the truth behind the lies"-never you worry about Faramir, he and Halla are just good friends. Here's to more grins! Enjoy the chappie!
*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 Seven: The Street Where You Live
When Boromir reappeared downstairs, Faramir was waiting for him by the fire. He gave his brother a questioning glance and stood before him, "What's wrong with you, Faramir? You look quite perturbed."
Faramir stood to meet his brother, "I heard you speaking to her. I will not hurt her Boromir. I want nothing more than to see the girl happy. As far as I am concerned, you win."
Boromir cocked his head, obviously confused, "What?"
"You win the wager."
Boromir let a large grin escape across his face and he laughed heartily, "Don't be silly Faramir. I will not let you give up that easily, although I do admire your noble notion. The girl needs to be pushed to meet her goals."
Faramir shook his head, "But must you talk to her so? She hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, she has progressed. Surely you must see that."
Boromir paced the floor slowly; "Of course I have, brother. But I am doing everything in my power to avoid scenes like yesterday. Father would demand that Halla leave and that-"
Faramir raised an eyebrow to Boromir, "And that what?"
Boromir collected his thoughts, "And that cannot happen. We have come too far. She has come too far. Our vision must be realized."
Faramir sighed and sat back in the chair, "But Boromir, she is clearly distraught. Can you not treat her a bit more cordially?"
Boromir chuckled, "I suppose I could try, but mind you I make no promises. We must prepare a plan. That awful Therassa insists on calling tomorrow. With her brother."
Faramir hung his head, "And what shall we do?"
Boromir and Faramir kept counsel until the small hours of the morning, until the last ember flickered out in the great fireplace.
~~
Hallahiriel covered her face with the pillow and screamed into it with all of her angst and anxiousness. How dare he treat her as a commodity? She felt the room darken and she did not bother to light a candle. The darkness blanketed her in comfort and familiarity. As she finally eased into the place between sleep and awake, she heard soft pounding on her window.
She pulled her covers around her shoulders and sat up wearily. She shuffled her bare feet across the floor and looked down from her window and to the ground below. There stood a figure, heaving pebbles toward the glass. Infuriated, Hallahiriel opened the window and whispered forcefully, "What do you think you are doing? Who are you and what do you want?"
The figure called back to her, "O, fair Lady Hallahiriel! It is me, Owynvan!"
Hallahiriel sighed and rolled her eyes, "You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow."
Owynvan shook his dark head hopefully, "Forgive me, milady. When my sister Therassa told me that you consented to see me, I could wait no longer to look upon your face."
Hallahiriel chuckled at his daftness, "We'll you've seen it. I must go to sleep. Until tomorrow then, eh?"
Owynvan stopped her before she could shut the window, "Wait! Lady Hallahiriel! I have a song to sing in hopes to properly woo you!"
Hallahiriel looked around for something to throw at him. Owynvan was impossible. Woo her? She wouldn't allow it. She turned back to the window; "Can it not wait until tomorrow? I fear that I am quite tired and if I spend too much time in the chilled night air, I will catch my death and I will not be able to see you at all!"
Owynvan looked ashamed, "I do not want that at all. I wish to see you tomorrow and all the days after that. I am frightfully sorry, my dear lady. Please, rest well and I will sing to you tomorrow."
Hallahiriel muttered lowly, "Thank you."
Owynvan gave a bow and a slight wave, "Until tomorrow, fair lady."
Hallahiriel nodded curtly to the man and shut the window. She shook her head hastily and crawled back into her bed. She thought out loud, "Bloomin' dolt wakin' me up like that."
~~
As the sun crept up to its place in the sky, Boromir walked softly to Hallahiriel's room and opened the door. She seemed to look like nothing more than a lump sleeping warm in her bed. He had to wake her to discuss what he and Faramir had planned. As he neared, he studied the mess of hair wildly strewn across her pillow and the steady movements of her breathing. He wished that he had not spoken to her so; once again realizing that his brother was right. He had been awful to her.
However, it was for the best.
Boromir reached down to shake her gently, "Halla, it's time to get up."
Hallahiriel stirred but a bit and continued in her slumber. She mumbled gently, "A few minutes more Corerith."
Boromir could not help but laugh and shook her again, "Halla, wake up."
Hallahiriel cracked open one eye and focused in on Boromir. Her eyes flew open upon recognizing his voice and she sat up, pulling the covers to her chin.
"What do you want?"
Boromir reassured her, "I've just come to tell you the plans of the day."
Hallahiriel's eyes drifted to the window, "But it's not even sunrise!"
Boromir sighed, "I'm sorry, Halla. May I please sit down?"
Hallahiriel looked suspicious and then nodded, "Fine."
Boromir sat down on her bed as Hallahiriel pulled her knees up to her chest, covering every inch of herself with her nightdress."
He looked at her and noticed the weary look on her face, "Are you ill? You look tired and unrested."
Hallahiriel snapped back, "That's because that fool Owynvan stood beneath my window all night pitching rocks at the glass so he could sing me a song to 'woo' me."
Boromir laughed again, "What a pitiful thing to do!"
Hallahiriel agreed, "Yes and it's all your fault."
He laughed loudly, "My fault?"
Hallahiriel nodded, "Aye, you were the one who allowed him to call."
"But you seemed angry when I said no at first, if I remember correctly."
"That's because you were making decisions for me. I've got a mind of my own you know. I have no interest in him, Boromir. Actually, I find him remarkably annoying."
Boromir empathized with her briefly, "He sounds much like his sister, yet I fear she is more cunning."
Hallahiriel giggled, "That demon Therassa has tricks up her sleeves?"
"Yes."
"She does resemble a snake."
"Indeed."
Hallahiriel dropped her guard a little and sighed, "So what would you have me do?"
Boromir turned to her and gave a small smile, "I will have Corerith come up. Make you look the finest you ever have. We will talk more with Faramir downstairs at breakfast. For now, you return to sleep. I am sorry that I woke you so early. Corerith will be up in two hours."
Hallahiriel hardly believed her ears. He was giving her a reprieve?
He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss, "Rest well, Halla."
Boromir stood and walked to the door. Hallahiriel was speechless.
As he shut the door, Boromir thought about the rest of the day and how it seemed to be different than any day before.
~~
A/N-the plot thickens! The plan revealed! Brumwen meets Halla's Dad and finds out the truth.but how will Faramir make her think otherwise. The ball in Dol Amroth nears and Hallahiriel makes a realization.
Please Read and Review!
-Alina11: I'm so glad you like it! I hope you continue to enjoy! Thanks Sweets!
-DiamondTook3: I hope you do rent the film! It is indeed loverly! However, I hope to incorporate a little more romance than the film and play did! Tell me what you think of the film! Keep in mind there is no Therassa-like character and I have added other elements to the story to suit my liking.
-Angel of Harlem: "Lady Day got diamond eyes, she sees the truth behind the lies"-never you worry about Faramir, he and Halla are just good friends. Here's to more grins! Enjoy the chappie!
*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 Seven: The Street Where You Live
When Boromir reappeared downstairs, Faramir was waiting for him by the fire. He gave his brother a questioning glance and stood before him, "What's wrong with you, Faramir? You look quite perturbed."
Faramir stood to meet his brother, "I heard you speaking to her. I will not hurt her Boromir. I want nothing more than to see the girl happy. As far as I am concerned, you win."
Boromir cocked his head, obviously confused, "What?"
"You win the wager."
Boromir let a large grin escape across his face and he laughed heartily, "Don't be silly Faramir. I will not let you give up that easily, although I do admire your noble notion. The girl needs to be pushed to meet her goals."
Faramir shook his head, "But must you talk to her so? She hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, she has progressed. Surely you must see that."
Boromir paced the floor slowly; "Of course I have, brother. But I am doing everything in my power to avoid scenes like yesterday. Father would demand that Halla leave and that-"
Faramir raised an eyebrow to Boromir, "And that what?"
Boromir collected his thoughts, "And that cannot happen. We have come too far. She has come too far. Our vision must be realized."
Faramir sighed and sat back in the chair, "But Boromir, she is clearly distraught. Can you not treat her a bit more cordially?"
Boromir chuckled, "I suppose I could try, but mind you I make no promises. We must prepare a plan. That awful Therassa insists on calling tomorrow. With her brother."
Faramir hung his head, "And what shall we do?"
Boromir and Faramir kept counsel until the small hours of the morning, until the last ember flickered out in the great fireplace.
~~
Hallahiriel covered her face with the pillow and screamed into it with all of her angst and anxiousness. How dare he treat her as a commodity? She felt the room darken and she did not bother to light a candle. The darkness blanketed her in comfort and familiarity. As she finally eased into the place between sleep and awake, she heard soft pounding on her window.
She pulled her covers around her shoulders and sat up wearily. She shuffled her bare feet across the floor and looked down from her window and to the ground below. There stood a figure, heaving pebbles toward the glass. Infuriated, Hallahiriel opened the window and whispered forcefully, "What do you think you are doing? Who are you and what do you want?"
The figure called back to her, "O, fair Lady Hallahiriel! It is me, Owynvan!"
Hallahiriel sighed and rolled her eyes, "You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow."
Owynvan shook his dark head hopefully, "Forgive me, milady. When my sister Therassa told me that you consented to see me, I could wait no longer to look upon your face."
Hallahiriel chuckled at his daftness, "We'll you've seen it. I must go to sleep. Until tomorrow then, eh?"
Owynvan stopped her before she could shut the window, "Wait! Lady Hallahiriel! I have a song to sing in hopes to properly woo you!"
Hallahiriel looked around for something to throw at him. Owynvan was impossible. Woo her? She wouldn't allow it. She turned back to the window; "Can it not wait until tomorrow? I fear that I am quite tired and if I spend too much time in the chilled night air, I will catch my death and I will not be able to see you at all!"
Owynvan looked ashamed, "I do not want that at all. I wish to see you tomorrow and all the days after that. I am frightfully sorry, my dear lady. Please, rest well and I will sing to you tomorrow."
Hallahiriel muttered lowly, "Thank you."
Owynvan gave a bow and a slight wave, "Until tomorrow, fair lady."
Hallahiriel nodded curtly to the man and shut the window. She shook her head hastily and crawled back into her bed. She thought out loud, "Bloomin' dolt wakin' me up like that."
~~
As the sun crept up to its place in the sky, Boromir walked softly to Hallahiriel's room and opened the door. She seemed to look like nothing more than a lump sleeping warm in her bed. He had to wake her to discuss what he and Faramir had planned. As he neared, he studied the mess of hair wildly strewn across her pillow and the steady movements of her breathing. He wished that he had not spoken to her so; once again realizing that his brother was right. He had been awful to her.
However, it was for the best.
Boromir reached down to shake her gently, "Halla, it's time to get up."
Hallahiriel stirred but a bit and continued in her slumber. She mumbled gently, "A few minutes more Corerith."
Boromir could not help but laugh and shook her again, "Halla, wake up."
Hallahiriel cracked open one eye and focused in on Boromir. Her eyes flew open upon recognizing his voice and she sat up, pulling the covers to her chin.
"What do you want?"
Boromir reassured her, "I've just come to tell you the plans of the day."
Hallahiriel's eyes drifted to the window, "But it's not even sunrise!"
Boromir sighed, "I'm sorry, Halla. May I please sit down?"
Hallahiriel looked suspicious and then nodded, "Fine."
Boromir sat down on her bed as Hallahiriel pulled her knees up to her chest, covering every inch of herself with her nightdress."
He looked at her and noticed the weary look on her face, "Are you ill? You look tired and unrested."
Hallahiriel snapped back, "That's because that fool Owynvan stood beneath my window all night pitching rocks at the glass so he could sing me a song to 'woo' me."
Boromir laughed again, "What a pitiful thing to do!"
Hallahiriel agreed, "Yes and it's all your fault."
He laughed loudly, "My fault?"
Hallahiriel nodded, "Aye, you were the one who allowed him to call."
"But you seemed angry when I said no at first, if I remember correctly."
"That's because you were making decisions for me. I've got a mind of my own you know. I have no interest in him, Boromir. Actually, I find him remarkably annoying."
Boromir empathized with her briefly, "He sounds much like his sister, yet I fear she is more cunning."
Hallahiriel giggled, "That demon Therassa has tricks up her sleeves?"
"Yes."
"She does resemble a snake."
"Indeed."
Hallahiriel dropped her guard a little and sighed, "So what would you have me do?"
Boromir turned to her and gave a small smile, "I will have Corerith come up. Make you look the finest you ever have. We will talk more with Faramir downstairs at breakfast. For now, you return to sleep. I am sorry that I woke you so early. Corerith will be up in two hours."
Hallahiriel hardly believed her ears. He was giving her a reprieve?
He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss, "Rest well, Halla."
Boromir stood and walked to the door. Hallahiriel was speechless.
As he shut the door, Boromir thought about the rest of the day and how it seemed to be different than any day before.
~~
A/N-the plot thickens! The plan revealed! Brumwen meets Halla's Dad and finds out the truth.but how will Faramir make her think otherwise. The ball in Dol Amroth nears and Hallahiriel makes a realization.
Please Read and Review!