Flower of Gondor
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Autheress Note: I took a lot of liberties with the guard thing here, please bear with me but the books don't really go into detail about that sort of thing and I figured it would be easier to make up my own version! ~
Boromir watched as the guards around the table began to all tells of their few deeds and of their bravery like they had saved the world. Ciara was the reason, all the guards were enamored with her and wanted to impress her. Boromir was feeling a bit bitter about the fact that he himself was not yet a guard. He soon would be and was waiting to join the guards until he could become at least a second level guard. He knew that most of the these guards joined as young as they could and at level one, the lowest level and the level that really doesn't do more than keep the weapons and such clean and sharpened, not desirable work.
Boromir tried to push that out of his mind, when he became a guard, and not a level one guard he could pay them all back dearly for their taunts now.
"Imagine that, being by yourself in this world with no friends or family, you have to be the bravest maiden I have ever met." Cael was complimenting Ciara once again. It broke Boromir out of his thoughts.
"Oh, well I didn't know what else to do. I'm so glad I did or I would have never have made it here." Ciara couldn't stop smiling from all the compliments and obvious stories all aimed to catch her attention.
Boromir looked over at Faramir who was sitting in silence, listening to the stories himself.
"You've been quiet." Boromir commented.
"So have you." Faramir looked at Boromir.
"Well, can't say much when all the guards are telling their stories." Boromir muttered so only Faramir could hear. Faramir knew his brother was eager to join the guards and it hurt his pride that all his friends and many of the other young men were already guards and he wasn't.
"That's okay, remember she gets to stay with us when they all have to go back to sharpening swords." Faramir reminded Boromir, knowing what his brother needed to hear.
"Yea, I guess your right. Still I am sick of their stories." Boromir turned back to see one guard telling an embarrassing story of another one and Ciara shaking with laughter.
"Boromir, when are you going to join the guard?" Cael looked at Boromir with a smirk.
"Very soon Cael." Boromir stared back trying not to let his comments get to him.
"Really? You know, I am going to be raised in level soon probably. Who knows if we'll ever get to fight together in the same level." Cael smiled.
Boromir bristled inside, he couldn't stand Cael's smart-aleck comments and would love nothing more than to take him outside and show him the meaning of pain instead, he took a breath and smiled.
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After what seemed to Boromir to be an eternity dinner ended and the guards had to all leave. The only people left in the halls were Boromir, Faramir, Ciara, and a few other guests talking to Denethor and the guards of the hall.
"The guards all seemed very nice." Ciara turned to face Boromir.
"Yes, they all seemed to like you very much." Boromir smiled at Ciara.
"Yes, I thought that's what all the stories were about." Ciara laughed.
"You guys want to go outside?" Faramir asked after a few moments of silence.
"I'd love to." Ciara agreed.
The three stood looking up at the stars in silence for a few moments.
"Ciara, do you think you will be happy here?" Boromir looked over at Ciara.
"I think so. I'm tired of being alone, I want a family, a place to stay." Ciara smiled at Boromir and Faramir.
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Airana opened the door to the kitchen, there were three other women in the room already talking.
"What do you think about all this?" One of the women asked another.
"Hello, girls." Airana smiled at the three, they were all good friends.
"Airana! We have been waiting for you! What is this Ciara like? And why did Denethor take her in?!" One of the women, Morwen asked as soon as she saw Airana walk in.
"Oh, that's an interesting question." Airana sat down at the table with the other three.
"She is pretty isn't she?" Another, Irathen commented.
"Yes, she is very pretty, she is an elf." Airana nodded.
"An elf! What is she doing out here?" The third, Fingulas exclaimed.
"Her parents are dead and she's been wondering around, something of that sort and she is now here." Airana briefed the three.
"Oh, why then, did Denethor take her in?" Irathen was confused, Denethor was not a very giving spirit.
"Boromir wanted it." Airana sighed.
"Oh." A collective sigh, the three words that explained nearly everything Denethor did, everything for Boromir.
"Well, tell us about her then." Fingulas urged Airana.
"I can't really say anything yet, she seemed very nice and sweet when I first met her but I think it will not be too long before we see a very different side of her." Airana began.
"What does that mean?" Morwen asked.
"I think very soon she will be very used to being shown off as Boromir's pretty little elf-maiden, you know what I mean?" Airana tried to explain what she wanted to say.
"You think she will become, easy?" Morwen whispered.
"Very." Airana nodded.
"Airana, how can you say this about her. She just arrived!" Fingulas broke in the gossip.
"Tomorrow morning, come with me to help prepare a bath and Ciara's clothes and you'll see what I mean." Airana offered Fingulas.
"All right, fine. And I'll show you that you are judging her to soon." Fingulas agreed.
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"I think I should go back to my rooms now, I am tired." Ciara finally said to Faramir and Boromir.
"We will walk you back." Boromir nodded.
Boromir offered his arm and Ciara took it.
"Do you think Denethor will like me?" Ciara asked Boromir on the way back to her room.
"Yes, just give him some time." Boromir nodded. Boromir glanced at his brother quickly, Faramir didn't look back.
Boromir stopped outside Ciara's door, "Good-night, Ciara. I will come get you in the morning for breakfast.
"I will wait." Ciara smiled and turned to go into her room.
"Boromir," Faramir said as the two turned to head towards their own rooms, "When are you going to join the guard?"
"Soon."
"I think you should do it by the end of this month. You know you are already at least a level two, you don't have to worry about that." Faramir said.
"I know, I would like to go right into level three though." Boromir nodded.
"I think we you join I will too." Faramir said quietly, all most as if he was afraid of what Boromir might say.
"You could get into level two easily." Boromir nodded.
"You wouldn't be angry then?" Faramir asked.
"No, unless you made a higher level then me." Boromir joked.
"That won't happen, you know you are a better fighter than me." Faramir clapped his hand on Boromir's shoulder.
"Yes, I know, little brother." Boromir smiled and disappeared into his room.
Faramir smiled as he shook his head and went into his own room.
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Autheress Note: I took a lot of liberties with the guard thing here, please bear with me but the books don't really go into detail about that sort of thing and I figured it would be easier to make up my own version! ~
Boromir watched as the guards around the table began to all tells of their few deeds and of their bravery like they had saved the world. Ciara was the reason, all the guards were enamored with her and wanted to impress her. Boromir was feeling a bit bitter about the fact that he himself was not yet a guard. He soon would be and was waiting to join the guards until he could become at least a second level guard. He knew that most of the these guards joined as young as they could and at level one, the lowest level and the level that really doesn't do more than keep the weapons and such clean and sharpened, not desirable work.
Boromir tried to push that out of his mind, when he became a guard, and not a level one guard he could pay them all back dearly for their taunts now.
"Imagine that, being by yourself in this world with no friends or family, you have to be the bravest maiden I have ever met." Cael was complimenting Ciara once again. It broke Boromir out of his thoughts.
"Oh, well I didn't know what else to do. I'm so glad I did or I would have never have made it here." Ciara couldn't stop smiling from all the compliments and obvious stories all aimed to catch her attention.
Boromir looked over at Faramir who was sitting in silence, listening to the stories himself.
"You've been quiet." Boromir commented.
"So have you." Faramir looked at Boromir.
"Well, can't say much when all the guards are telling their stories." Boromir muttered so only Faramir could hear. Faramir knew his brother was eager to join the guards and it hurt his pride that all his friends and many of the other young men were already guards and he wasn't.
"That's okay, remember she gets to stay with us when they all have to go back to sharpening swords." Faramir reminded Boromir, knowing what his brother needed to hear.
"Yea, I guess your right. Still I am sick of their stories." Boromir turned back to see one guard telling an embarrassing story of another one and Ciara shaking with laughter.
"Boromir, when are you going to join the guard?" Cael looked at Boromir with a smirk.
"Very soon Cael." Boromir stared back trying not to let his comments get to him.
"Really? You know, I am going to be raised in level soon probably. Who knows if we'll ever get to fight together in the same level." Cael smiled.
Boromir bristled inside, he couldn't stand Cael's smart-aleck comments and would love nothing more than to take him outside and show him the meaning of pain instead, he took a breath and smiled.
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After what seemed to Boromir to be an eternity dinner ended and the guards had to all leave. The only people left in the halls were Boromir, Faramir, Ciara, and a few other guests talking to Denethor and the guards of the hall.
"The guards all seemed very nice." Ciara turned to face Boromir.
"Yes, they all seemed to like you very much." Boromir smiled at Ciara.
"Yes, I thought that's what all the stories were about." Ciara laughed.
"You guys want to go outside?" Faramir asked after a few moments of silence.
"I'd love to." Ciara agreed.
The three stood looking up at the stars in silence for a few moments.
"Ciara, do you think you will be happy here?" Boromir looked over at Ciara.
"I think so. I'm tired of being alone, I want a family, a place to stay." Ciara smiled at Boromir and Faramir.
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Airana opened the door to the kitchen, there were three other women in the room already talking.
"What do you think about all this?" One of the women asked another.
"Hello, girls." Airana smiled at the three, they were all good friends.
"Airana! We have been waiting for you! What is this Ciara like? And why did Denethor take her in?!" One of the women, Morwen asked as soon as she saw Airana walk in.
"Oh, that's an interesting question." Airana sat down at the table with the other three.
"She is pretty isn't she?" Another, Irathen commented.
"Yes, she is very pretty, she is an elf." Airana nodded.
"An elf! What is she doing out here?" The third, Fingulas exclaimed.
"Her parents are dead and she's been wondering around, something of that sort and she is now here." Airana briefed the three.
"Oh, why then, did Denethor take her in?" Irathen was confused, Denethor was not a very giving spirit.
"Boromir wanted it." Airana sighed.
"Oh." A collective sigh, the three words that explained nearly everything Denethor did, everything for Boromir.
"Well, tell us about her then." Fingulas urged Airana.
"I can't really say anything yet, she seemed very nice and sweet when I first met her but I think it will not be too long before we see a very different side of her." Airana began.
"What does that mean?" Morwen asked.
"I think very soon she will be very used to being shown off as Boromir's pretty little elf-maiden, you know what I mean?" Airana tried to explain what she wanted to say.
"You think she will become, easy?" Morwen whispered.
"Very." Airana nodded.
"Airana, how can you say this about her. She just arrived!" Fingulas broke in the gossip.
"Tomorrow morning, come with me to help prepare a bath and Ciara's clothes and you'll see what I mean." Airana offered Fingulas.
"All right, fine. And I'll show you that you are judging her to soon." Fingulas agreed.
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"I think I should go back to my rooms now, I am tired." Ciara finally said to Faramir and Boromir.
"We will walk you back." Boromir nodded.
Boromir offered his arm and Ciara took it.
"Do you think Denethor will like me?" Ciara asked Boromir on the way back to her room.
"Yes, just give him some time." Boromir nodded. Boromir glanced at his brother quickly, Faramir didn't look back.
Boromir stopped outside Ciara's door, "Good-night, Ciara. I will come get you in the morning for breakfast.
"I will wait." Ciara smiled and turned to go into her room.
"Boromir," Faramir said as the two turned to head towards their own rooms, "When are you going to join the guard?"
"Soon."
"I think you should do it by the end of this month. You know you are already at least a level two, you don't have to worry about that." Faramir said.
"I know, I would like to go right into level three though." Boromir nodded.
"I think we you join I will too." Faramir said quietly, all most as if he was afraid of what Boromir might say.
"You could get into level two easily." Boromir nodded.
"You wouldn't be angry then?" Faramir asked.
"No, unless you made a higher level then me." Boromir joked.
"That won't happen, you know you are a better fighter than me." Faramir clapped his hand on Boromir's shoulder.
"Yes, I know, little brother." Boromir smiled and disappeared into his room.
Faramir smiled as he shook his head and went into his own room.
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