The Flower of Gondor
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Lady Nessa Fefalas: Thank you for reviewing and your comment on Ciara's name had no offense at all. Actually it's kind of strange that you mentioned it because- well read this chapter and you'll find out! I had it all planned before you reviewed and said that! Thanks again! Hope you enjoy!
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The three finished their meal and the two boys led Ciara to her room, down the same hall as their own rooms.
"If you need anything don't be afraid to ask us." Boromir looked at Ciara, she stood in the bedroom taking in the beauty and lavishness of the room.
"There's also Airana, your servant if you need anything, she is readying your bathe for you now." Faramir added.
"Thank you both so much." Ciara smiled at the two and watched as they left the room.
"The boys don't get to be around young girls much, this is something new for them." Airana came out of the bathing room and smiled at Ciara, "I'm Airana and I will be taking care of you while you are here." Airana was an older woman with a mass of blonde hair twisted around her head and a smile that made you feel comfortable instantly around her.
"Oh, thank you. I have never had someone to wait upon me before." Ciara smiled and headed towards the bathing room, "A hot bathe?"
"Yes, I'm willing to bet you haven't had one of those in days." Airana smiled and helped Ciara peel off her dirty, torn clothing.
"No, in almost a year probably. Streams are nice for once in a while but I missed the feeling of clean warm bathe water." Ciara stepped into the tub and felt like she was stepping into a dream, "It feels so good." Ciara closed her eyes and slid into the water.
"You have some rest and I will back in half an hours time to check on you." Airana smile and shut the door behind her.
Airana left Ciara's room and started down the hallway when she was stopped by Boromir, "How is she doing." He asked as he met her.
"She's fine, my dear, no need to worry about her. She is taking a hot bathe now, she needs one too. If she comes out before I get back tell her I am getting her some new clothing." Airana instructed Boromir and walked off down the hall holding Ciara's dirty dress.
Boromir felt something he had never felt before, he pictured Ciara in her bathe right now and had a sudden urge to go into her room and join her. He had never had thoughts like this before.
"Boromir, want to go practice some weaponry?" Faramir came up behind his brother breaking him out of his reverie.
"Uh, yea, sure." Boromir shook the images of himself and Ciara out of his head.
"What's wrong with you? You seem kind of out of it right now." Faramir looked at his brother.
"I was just thinking." Boromir shrugged.
"Oh, that's right, something you don't do much. Sorry to interrupt." Faramir joked.
"I was thinking about Ciara." Boromir snapped back at his brother and followed him down the hall.
"What about her?" Faramir gave his brother a strange look.
"She is very pretty, don't you think?" Boromir questioned his brother.
"I guess so, yea, she is, she's an elf. She is suppose to be." Faramir nodded.
"Well, I've never felt like this about a girl before." Boromir said quietly.
"Why, do you like her or something?" Faramir didn't quite understand, not yet being at that age of being interested in girls like his older brother was.
"Well, I don't really know her yet so I can't exactly say that but, I think she is very beautiful and my body gets kind of weird feeling around her, like I want to hold her and kiss her and things like that." Boromir tried to explain.
"Oh, I remember our nurse telling us this."
"Telling us what?"
"That we will like girls someday and we'll be attracted to their bodies mostly at first then grow to realize it's their personality that matters the most, or something like that." Faramir tried to recall what their nurse had told them.
"Well, my body seems to like her very much. We'll see about her personality. Though she seems very nice, and it's sad that she has no family."
"We could be her family." Faramir looked at his brother.
"What do you mean?"
"She could stay here, with us. We don't have a sister, she could be our sister." Faramir smiled at his idea.
"She is an elf, we are mortal. Besides, what would father say?"
"He wouldn't mind having a daughter, even an elf one." Faramir was getting excited.
"Well, don't get to excited about that idea yet. We'll see." Boromir shook his head.
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The boys practiced their weaponry not long before Boromir wanted to go back and check on Ciara.
"Okay, but she's fine. Airana is taking care of her." Faramir didn't understand why his brother would want to go back already but followed none the less.
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Airana placed the five dresses she had gotten from the seamstress that seemed to be most likely to fit.
"Which one do you like dear?" Airana asked Ciara as she looked at the dresses.
"I like the red one, it is very beautiful." Ciara picked up the dress, a brilliant shade of red and a simple detail of white flowers around the hems.
"I think it would look very nice on you, let me help you get it on." Airana took the towel Ciara had wrapped around herself and helped her into the dress. It was only a bit loose, Ciara was showing plenty of signs of only have eaten very minimal for quite some time, "I will get the seamstress to make some ones that'll fit you but, we'll wait until you have fatten up for a while." Airana smiled and smoothed out the few wrinkles in the dress. "It's been ages since I have dressed a woman in these halls. Denethor's wife was the last woman in these halls. I hope you stay for a while. The boys could use a girl around."
Just them there was a knock at the door, "I will get that for you." Airana headed towards the door and there stood Boromir and Faramir outside, "Come in you two. Things are going fine, we are just dressing Ciara here." Airana stepped aside to let the boys in.
Ciara stood at the end of the bed smiling as the boys entered.
Boromir couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked in the dress, albeit it was a tad large on her, it barely hung in her shoulders and dipped a bit lower than it meant but covered enough not to be inappropriate.
"Ciara, you look lovely." Boromir smiled and headed right towards her.
"Oh, thank you." Ciara smiled shyly at the compliment, for it was not often she was greeted with such sweet words.
"Do you wish to see the rest of the city, you didn't see much on the way in after all." Boromir suggested and Airana discreetly slipped into the bathing room but still could hear their short conversation.
"I would love to." Ciara agreed and took Boromir's outstretched arm for guidance.
He likes her, Airana thought happily to herself, she could only hope Denethor would let her stay.
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"Tell me what it is like to live here." Ciara asked as the three headed out of the palace and through the courtyard to get to the main parts of the city.
"Well, since we are the sons of the steward we are always busy. We practice hunting and fighting and weaponry, stuff like that all the time. Father wants me to become captain of the guard soon." Boromir explained briefly.
"Steward of Gondor? Why not king?" Ciara asked.
"You do not know?" Faramir asked from his place behind the two, he was beginning to feel very left out.
"No, tell me." Ciara looked back at the younger brother.
"The king left a long time ago and the stewards took up rule of the city in wait for a king's return, that's the story in short." Boromir shrugged, he personally though the story was ridiculous and was happy with the fact he would someday be steward.
"That's so interesting. So after all these long years the people of Gondor are still waiting the return of their king?" Ciara misread what Boromir was saying and though the whole idea was quite romantic.
"Not really. Everyone knows there are no more kings to take the throne. It's just stewards ruling from now on." Boromir shook his head, "Tell me about your people." He changed the subject.
"Oh, well I never knew my mother or father, like I said before." Ciara fell silent for a moment, "Actually my story before wasn't quite the whole truth."
"What do you mean?" Boromir looked at her.
"Well, I was born in Rivendell and my parents were captured and killed by orcs. I was sort of taken care of by anyone who would. I don't know why but my parents weren't the most popular of elves in Rivendell and no one really wanted to take me in and care for me."
"That's horrible." Faramir interjected.
"Yes, so I mostly took care of myself and wandered in elven realms before I realized that my own people really didn't want me so I left. My real name was Ciarawen but when I left I changed it."
"Why, that is a beautiful name?" Boromir couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I guess it made me feel that a new name would change the way people acted towards me." Ciara shrugged, "I traveled into mortal lands and there I was afraid to get to close to people because I thought that they would treat me the same way and in some places elves aren't the most welcome of creatures. So I tried hiding my identity and the fact that I am an elf. I traveled all the way out here, ran out of food and water and I was found by you two in the woods. That is my real story, I'm sorry I didn't tell it to you before but I have never told anyone that before."
"It's okay. I wouldn't want to tell a story like that to just anybody either. I'm glad that I found you-"
"We found you." Faramir corrected his brother
"We found." Boromir said, "I want you to stay here. We can be the family you never had. People here won't know who your parents were, we like elves, it'll be good for you." Boromir looked into her eyes.
"I want to. I really do want to so bad." Ciara sighed, "What about your father? And where would I stay?"
"You would stay where you are now, father won't mind if I ask him." Boromir smiled hopefully at her.
"I can't make any promises yet." Ciara smiled back.
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Lady Nessa Fefalas: Thank you for reviewing and your comment on Ciara's name had no offense at all. Actually it's kind of strange that you mentioned it because- well read this chapter and you'll find out! I had it all planned before you reviewed and said that! Thanks again! Hope you enjoy!
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The three finished their meal and the two boys led Ciara to her room, down the same hall as their own rooms.
"If you need anything don't be afraid to ask us." Boromir looked at Ciara, she stood in the bedroom taking in the beauty and lavishness of the room.
"There's also Airana, your servant if you need anything, she is readying your bathe for you now." Faramir added.
"Thank you both so much." Ciara smiled at the two and watched as they left the room.
"The boys don't get to be around young girls much, this is something new for them." Airana came out of the bathing room and smiled at Ciara, "I'm Airana and I will be taking care of you while you are here." Airana was an older woman with a mass of blonde hair twisted around her head and a smile that made you feel comfortable instantly around her.
"Oh, thank you. I have never had someone to wait upon me before." Ciara smiled and headed towards the bathing room, "A hot bathe?"
"Yes, I'm willing to bet you haven't had one of those in days." Airana smiled and helped Ciara peel off her dirty, torn clothing.
"No, in almost a year probably. Streams are nice for once in a while but I missed the feeling of clean warm bathe water." Ciara stepped into the tub and felt like she was stepping into a dream, "It feels so good." Ciara closed her eyes and slid into the water.
"You have some rest and I will back in half an hours time to check on you." Airana smile and shut the door behind her.
Airana left Ciara's room and started down the hallway when she was stopped by Boromir, "How is she doing." He asked as he met her.
"She's fine, my dear, no need to worry about her. She is taking a hot bathe now, she needs one too. If she comes out before I get back tell her I am getting her some new clothing." Airana instructed Boromir and walked off down the hall holding Ciara's dirty dress.
Boromir felt something he had never felt before, he pictured Ciara in her bathe right now and had a sudden urge to go into her room and join her. He had never had thoughts like this before.
"Boromir, want to go practice some weaponry?" Faramir came up behind his brother breaking him out of his reverie.
"Uh, yea, sure." Boromir shook the images of himself and Ciara out of his head.
"What's wrong with you? You seem kind of out of it right now." Faramir looked at his brother.
"I was just thinking." Boromir shrugged.
"Oh, that's right, something you don't do much. Sorry to interrupt." Faramir joked.
"I was thinking about Ciara." Boromir snapped back at his brother and followed him down the hall.
"What about her?" Faramir gave his brother a strange look.
"She is very pretty, don't you think?" Boromir questioned his brother.
"I guess so, yea, she is, she's an elf. She is suppose to be." Faramir nodded.
"Well, I've never felt like this about a girl before." Boromir said quietly.
"Why, do you like her or something?" Faramir didn't quite understand, not yet being at that age of being interested in girls like his older brother was.
"Well, I don't really know her yet so I can't exactly say that but, I think she is very beautiful and my body gets kind of weird feeling around her, like I want to hold her and kiss her and things like that." Boromir tried to explain.
"Oh, I remember our nurse telling us this."
"Telling us what?"
"That we will like girls someday and we'll be attracted to their bodies mostly at first then grow to realize it's their personality that matters the most, or something like that." Faramir tried to recall what their nurse had told them.
"Well, my body seems to like her very much. We'll see about her personality. Though she seems very nice, and it's sad that she has no family."
"We could be her family." Faramir looked at his brother.
"What do you mean?"
"She could stay here, with us. We don't have a sister, she could be our sister." Faramir smiled at his idea.
"She is an elf, we are mortal. Besides, what would father say?"
"He wouldn't mind having a daughter, even an elf one." Faramir was getting excited.
"Well, don't get to excited about that idea yet. We'll see." Boromir shook his head.
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The boys practiced their weaponry not long before Boromir wanted to go back and check on Ciara.
"Okay, but she's fine. Airana is taking care of her." Faramir didn't understand why his brother would want to go back already but followed none the less.
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Airana placed the five dresses she had gotten from the seamstress that seemed to be most likely to fit.
"Which one do you like dear?" Airana asked Ciara as she looked at the dresses.
"I like the red one, it is very beautiful." Ciara picked up the dress, a brilliant shade of red and a simple detail of white flowers around the hems.
"I think it would look very nice on you, let me help you get it on." Airana took the towel Ciara had wrapped around herself and helped her into the dress. It was only a bit loose, Ciara was showing plenty of signs of only have eaten very minimal for quite some time, "I will get the seamstress to make some ones that'll fit you but, we'll wait until you have fatten up for a while." Airana smiled and smoothed out the few wrinkles in the dress. "It's been ages since I have dressed a woman in these halls. Denethor's wife was the last woman in these halls. I hope you stay for a while. The boys could use a girl around."
Just them there was a knock at the door, "I will get that for you." Airana headed towards the door and there stood Boromir and Faramir outside, "Come in you two. Things are going fine, we are just dressing Ciara here." Airana stepped aside to let the boys in.
Ciara stood at the end of the bed smiling as the boys entered.
Boromir couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked in the dress, albeit it was a tad large on her, it barely hung in her shoulders and dipped a bit lower than it meant but covered enough not to be inappropriate.
"Ciara, you look lovely." Boromir smiled and headed right towards her.
"Oh, thank you." Ciara smiled shyly at the compliment, for it was not often she was greeted with such sweet words.
"Do you wish to see the rest of the city, you didn't see much on the way in after all." Boromir suggested and Airana discreetly slipped into the bathing room but still could hear their short conversation.
"I would love to." Ciara agreed and took Boromir's outstretched arm for guidance.
He likes her, Airana thought happily to herself, she could only hope Denethor would let her stay.
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"Tell me what it is like to live here." Ciara asked as the three headed out of the palace and through the courtyard to get to the main parts of the city.
"Well, since we are the sons of the steward we are always busy. We practice hunting and fighting and weaponry, stuff like that all the time. Father wants me to become captain of the guard soon." Boromir explained briefly.
"Steward of Gondor? Why not king?" Ciara asked.
"You do not know?" Faramir asked from his place behind the two, he was beginning to feel very left out.
"No, tell me." Ciara looked back at the younger brother.
"The king left a long time ago and the stewards took up rule of the city in wait for a king's return, that's the story in short." Boromir shrugged, he personally though the story was ridiculous and was happy with the fact he would someday be steward.
"That's so interesting. So after all these long years the people of Gondor are still waiting the return of their king?" Ciara misread what Boromir was saying and though the whole idea was quite romantic.
"Not really. Everyone knows there are no more kings to take the throne. It's just stewards ruling from now on." Boromir shook his head, "Tell me about your people." He changed the subject.
"Oh, well I never knew my mother or father, like I said before." Ciara fell silent for a moment, "Actually my story before wasn't quite the whole truth."
"What do you mean?" Boromir looked at her.
"Well, I was born in Rivendell and my parents were captured and killed by orcs. I was sort of taken care of by anyone who would. I don't know why but my parents weren't the most popular of elves in Rivendell and no one really wanted to take me in and care for me."
"That's horrible." Faramir interjected.
"Yes, so I mostly took care of myself and wandered in elven realms before I realized that my own people really didn't want me so I left. My real name was Ciarawen but when I left I changed it."
"Why, that is a beautiful name?" Boromir couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I guess it made me feel that a new name would change the way people acted towards me." Ciara shrugged, "I traveled into mortal lands and there I was afraid to get to close to people because I thought that they would treat me the same way and in some places elves aren't the most welcome of creatures. So I tried hiding my identity and the fact that I am an elf. I traveled all the way out here, ran out of food and water and I was found by you two in the woods. That is my real story, I'm sorry I didn't tell it to you before but I have never told anyone that before."
"It's okay. I wouldn't want to tell a story like that to just anybody either. I'm glad that I found you-"
"We found you." Faramir corrected his brother
"We found." Boromir said, "I want you to stay here. We can be the family you never had. People here won't know who your parents were, we like elves, it'll be good for you." Boromir looked into her eyes.
"I want to. I really do want to so bad." Ciara sighed, "What about your father? And where would I stay?"
"You would stay where you are now, father won't mind if I ask him." Boromir smiled hopefully at her.
"I can't make any promises yet." Ciara smiled back.
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