Flower of Gondor
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Denethor sat in his room at the dark wood table, looking out over his city. He could see Osgiliath, nothing more than a dark spot in the distance.
"Tell me, what do you think of this elven maiden I have taken in for my own daughter." Denethor said loudly to the lone, unfortunate servant standing out of sight in the corner.
"Sir?" The servant stepped forward slightly, not really sure that Denethor was talking to him.
"This girl, what do you think of her?" Denethor repeated himself.
"I think she is very pretty." The servant said, his voice shaking lightly.
"Pretty. Is that all?" Denethor asked once again, not even bothering to look at the servant but still staring out in a daze over his lands.
"I don't know her, I've just seen her with your sons." The servant stepped slightly back into the shadows of the corner.
"Do you think I could grow to love her as one of my own?" Denethor finally turned to look at his servant. The man stood, terrified of what might come out of his mouth. There were so many things he wanted to say to Denethor, speak his true feelings.
He didn't even love his younger son, how could he ever love some lost little girl?! He should have let Boromir have his way with her and sent her to one of the houses for parentless children in the village. He could do nothing but corrupt this beautiful little elf maiden.
"In time, my lord, in time." Was all that the servant could muster to say. He pressed his lips together, he felt like the words would come rushing our if he didn't keep them in.
"I suppose. It will be nice to have a girl around won't it though? She will make Boromir happy." Denethor gathered his heavy cloak and stood slowly from his chair to make his way to his large bed. He laid down without bothering to take his clothes off and in what seemed to the servant like mere minutes was sound asleep.
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The next morning Airana and Fingulas were in Ciara's room to prepare her for the day.
"I'm telling you right now, in a short time she will be in other people's beds more than her own." Airana whispered to Fingulas as they poured water into Ciara's bath to ready it for her.
Ciara awoke in lay in bed lazily for a while.
"Your bath will cool if you wait much longer." Fingulas warned Ciara.
"Let it cool, I don't want to get up yet." Ciara yawned and stared out the open window. A soft breeze was making its way through the room and blew the sheer dark red drapes over the door.
Airana raised her eyebrow at Fingulas and Fingulas shook her head, that meant nothing.
"Do you think the boys are up yet?" Ciara rolled over and looked at Fingulas. Airana had noted that Ciara hadn't even bothered to ask Fingulas her name or so much have really even taken notice there were two servants for her this morning.
"I'm certain they are." Fingulas nodded.
"Then I might as well get up. Come wash my hair for me." Ciara pushed the covers off her and headed towards the bathing room. Fingulas noticed she had a perfectly envious body. Her waist was slim and well toned, her hips flared out slightly, enough to swing back and forth when she walked to draw your attention to her equally well-toned buttocks. She had a body men loved and every women dreamed of. Fingulas followed her into the bathroom and helped her out of her night robe. She had a hard time not staring at her beautiful flawless skin. Her neck was slender and the muscles in the back were delicate, she had long thin arms and delicate feminine hands. Her face made a beautiful oval with lips that seemed to be ever ready to pout or kiss. Her hair was what caught the most attention from Fingulas, she got a chance to really look at it was she washed it. At a first glance she would have called it black but, a second look would shame the first one. It wasn't dark enough to be black yet not light enough to be brown, when it moved and the light caught in it their seemed to be mahogany tints in it, giving the impression of a warm fire.
"You have beautiful hair, lady Ciara." Fingulas ventured to say while she combed it out.
"Oh, I guess I never really noticed it." Ciara take a handful of her own hair and looked at it, "It is kind of pretty isn't it?"
"Yes, such a strange colour to it." Fingulas let Ciara's long hair fall back into the water with a small smack. Airana stood in the doorway shaking her head.
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Boromir knocked on the door and tugged consciously at his tunic. It was so strange; he never used to care about what he looked like but ever since she came here.
"Coming." Airana called, she knew very well who it was outside the door. Ciara though, had another idea. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before running to open the door, "Boromir!" Ciara smiled.
Boromir stood, stunned at the sight before him, Ciara wrapped in towel. Though the towel was very large and fell to the floor and covered her very well but still the thought struck Boromir in a strange way, "Good morning Ciara." Boromir smiled and took only one glance before settling his eyes on her face.
Airana scoffed in disbelief and rushed to the door, "Really, this is improper!" She tried to drag Ciara away from the door.
"I'm not quite ready yet but I will be soon." Ciara pushed her partially drying hair behind her delicately pointed ears.
"I'll wait for you. Faramir still isn't completely up yet either." Boromir nodded and stepped back from the doorway.
Airana quickly closed the door and pushed Ciara towards the wardrobe, "Really! You shouldn't expose yourself like that in front of a man." Airana would have added especially Boromir but thought better of it and besides, Fingulas walked out of the bathing room at that moment.
"I want to wear red today." Ciara flipped her hair over her shoulder and waited for someone to pick her out a red robe. Fingulas nodded and headed straight towards the wardrobe, "What about this one? I think it would look very nice with your hair." Fingulas held the robe in front of Ciara and admired it.
"I guess, it's a nice one." Ciara nodded and let her robe slid to the floor so Fingulas could help her dress. Fingulas was pleased that Ciara had liked her selection and cheerfully helped her dress and even volunteered to do her hair, "I will do it, thank you, Fingulas." Airana stepped in, "You can make the bed please." Airana added.
Fingulas frowned at Airana but headed towards the bed after all, Airana had seniority.
"I would like some braids, make them look elven." Ciara directed Airana and sat to let Airana work. Airana sighed and began to work on Ciara's hair, not bothering to be gentle and not pull.
"Oh! What do you think you are braiding some horses hair! Have the other girl do it!" Ciara said after a few pulls on her head. Fingulas smiled and made her way over to take over Airana's job. She was careful not to pull and concentrated her hardest to make it look perfect for Ciara.
"Very well." Ciara admired her braided hair and stood to leave.
"Perfume, my lady?" Fingulas asked before she could leave. Ciara nodded and stood while Fingulas sprayed a little over Ciara.
"I like you, you can come back everyday." Ciara said as she left the room.
"I don't see at all what you are talking about, she is nice. Fingulas said after Ciara left.
"Oh, yes, really nice. Did you see how she ran to Boromir in naught but a towel!?" Airana exclaimed, "I tell you, men are going to like her in a very bad way!"
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Denethor sat in his room at the dark wood table, looking out over his city. He could see Osgiliath, nothing more than a dark spot in the distance.
"Tell me, what do you think of this elven maiden I have taken in for my own daughter." Denethor said loudly to the lone, unfortunate servant standing out of sight in the corner.
"Sir?" The servant stepped forward slightly, not really sure that Denethor was talking to him.
"This girl, what do you think of her?" Denethor repeated himself.
"I think she is very pretty." The servant said, his voice shaking lightly.
"Pretty. Is that all?" Denethor asked once again, not even bothering to look at the servant but still staring out in a daze over his lands.
"I don't know her, I've just seen her with your sons." The servant stepped slightly back into the shadows of the corner.
"Do you think I could grow to love her as one of my own?" Denethor finally turned to look at his servant. The man stood, terrified of what might come out of his mouth. There were so many things he wanted to say to Denethor, speak his true feelings.
He didn't even love his younger son, how could he ever love some lost little girl?! He should have let Boromir have his way with her and sent her to one of the houses for parentless children in the village. He could do nothing but corrupt this beautiful little elf maiden.
"In time, my lord, in time." Was all that the servant could muster to say. He pressed his lips together, he felt like the words would come rushing our if he didn't keep them in.
"I suppose. It will be nice to have a girl around won't it though? She will make Boromir happy." Denethor gathered his heavy cloak and stood slowly from his chair to make his way to his large bed. He laid down without bothering to take his clothes off and in what seemed to the servant like mere minutes was sound asleep.
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The next morning Airana and Fingulas were in Ciara's room to prepare her for the day.
"I'm telling you right now, in a short time she will be in other people's beds more than her own." Airana whispered to Fingulas as they poured water into Ciara's bath to ready it for her.
Ciara awoke in lay in bed lazily for a while.
"Your bath will cool if you wait much longer." Fingulas warned Ciara.
"Let it cool, I don't want to get up yet." Ciara yawned and stared out the open window. A soft breeze was making its way through the room and blew the sheer dark red drapes over the door.
Airana raised her eyebrow at Fingulas and Fingulas shook her head, that meant nothing.
"Do you think the boys are up yet?" Ciara rolled over and looked at Fingulas. Airana had noted that Ciara hadn't even bothered to ask Fingulas her name or so much have really even taken notice there were two servants for her this morning.
"I'm certain they are." Fingulas nodded.
"Then I might as well get up. Come wash my hair for me." Ciara pushed the covers off her and headed towards the bathing room. Fingulas noticed she had a perfectly envious body. Her waist was slim and well toned, her hips flared out slightly, enough to swing back and forth when she walked to draw your attention to her equally well-toned buttocks. She had a body men loved and every women dreamed of. Fingulas followed her into the bathroom and helped her out of her night robe. She had a hard time not staring at her beautiful flawless skin. Her neck was slender and the muscles in the back were delicate, she had long thin arms and delicate feminine hands. Her face made a beautiful oval with lips that seemed to be ever ready to pout or kiss. Her hair was what caught the most attention from Fingulas, she got a chance to really look at it was she washed it. At a first glance she would have called it black but, a second look would shame the first one. It wasn't dark enough to be black yet not light enough to be brown, when it moved and the light caught in it their seemed to be mahogany tints in it, giving the impression of a warm fire.
"You have beautiful hair, lady Ciara." Fingulas ventured to say while she combed it out.
"Oh, I guess I never really noticed it." Ciara take a handful of her own hair and looked at it, "It is kind of pretty isn't it?"
"Yes, such a strange colour to it." Fingulas let Ciara's long hair fall back into the water with a small smack. Airana stood in the doorway shaking her head.
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Boromir knocked on the door and tugged consciously at his tunic. It was so strange; he never used to care about what he looked like but ever since she came here.
"Coming." Airana called, she knew very well who it was outside the door. Ciara though, had another idea. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before running to open the door, "Boromir!" Ciara smiled.
Boromir stood, stunned at the sight before him, Ciara wrapped in towel. Though the towel was very large and fell to the floor and covered her very well but still the thought struck Boromir in a strange way, "Good morning Ciara." Boromir smiled and took only one glance before settling his eyes on her face.
Airana scoffed in disbelief and rushed to the door, "Really, this is improper!" She tried to drag Ciara away from the door.
"I'm not quite ready yet but I will be soon." Ciara pushed her partially drying hair behind her delicately pointed ears.
"I'll wait for you. Faramir still isn't completely up yet either." Boromir nodded and stepped back from the doorway.
Airana quickly closed the door and pushed Ciara towards the wardrobe, "Really! You shouldn't expose yourself like that in front of a man." Airana would have added especially Boromir but thought better of it and besides, Fingulas walked out of the bathing room at that moment.
"I want to wear red today." Ciara flipped her hair over her shoulder and waited for someone to pick her out a red robe. Fingulas nodded and headed straight towards the wardrobe, "What about this one? I think it would look very nice with your hair." Fingulas held the robe in front of Ciara and admired it.
"I guess, it's a nice one." Ciara nodded and let her robe slid to the floor so Fingulas could help her dress. Fingulas was pleased that Ciara had liked her selection and cheerfully helped her dress and even volunteered to do her hair, "I will do it, thank you, Fingulas." Airana stepped in, "You can make the bed please." Airana added.
Fingulas frowned at Airana but headed towards the bed after all, Airana had seniority.
"I would like some braids, make them look elven." Ciara directed Airana and sat to let Airana work. Airana sighed and began to work on Ciara's hair, not bothering to be gentle and not pull.
"Oh! What do you think you are braiding some horses hair! Have the other girl do it!" Ciara said after a few pulls on her head. Fingulas smiled and made her way over to take over Airana's job. She was careful not to pull and concentrated her hardest to make it look perfect for Ciara.
"Very well." Ciara admired her braided hair and stood to leave.
"Perfume, my lady?" Fingulas asked before she could leave. Ciara nodded and stood while Fingulas sprayed a little over Ciara.
"I like you, you can come back everyday." Ciara said as she left the room.
"I don't see at all what you are talking about, she is nice. Fingulas said after Ciara left.
"Oh, yes, really nice. Did you see how she ran to Boromir in naught but a towel!?" Airana exclaimed, "I tell you, men are going to like her in a very bad way!"
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