Flower of Gondor
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Autheress Note: Guess what? This time I am actually writing my story according to the timeline in the appendixes and all! So everyone is proper age and all that fun stuff, though some of my math could be wrong. (Oh well!) If I do have someone's age wrong please inform me, or my muse the Balrog, thank you! Oh yea, one more thing. I think (after carefully inspecting the appendixes and the maps) that it must take nine days to get from Gondor (Minas Tirith) to Rohan (Edoras). Though I could be wrong and I fixed my other chapter where it said they would only be gone five days!
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The next morning Ciara awoke to someone knocking at her door.
"What?" Ciara called, she was still tired and didn't want to get out of bed.
"It's Boromir. Can I come in?"
"Yes, the door is not locked." Ciara called, glad it was him.
Boromir opened the door and was silenced by the sight in front on him, Ciara hidden under delicately woven sheets sat propped against a mountain of soft embroidered pillows waiting for his reason for coming.
"Sorry to wake you but our court counselor wants both you and Faramir to come to Rohan with me. He thinks it might improve relations or something like that." Boromir informed Ciara.
"When do we leave?" Ciara tried to stifle a yawn.
"I will have Airana in here to pack your things in a few minutes, we leave in two hours. I will be back here then and we will leave." Boromir smiled and turned to see Airana standing in the doorway already, "Oh, good, you're here. Pack Ciara's things for her she will need clothes for a week, make sure they are some of the nicest she had. We need to be very presentable, we are going to see King Thranduil in Rohan." Boromir instructed Airana before he left.
Airana nodded, though with a frown and headed towards the wardrobe to pick out Ciara's clothes. Fingulas was at the door only moments later to help Ciara bathe.
Airana was wholly unpleased about this situation, have Ciara leave with nothing but a bunch of young, lustful men and no chaperone was anything but a good idea. She didn't even bother to look at the robes and dresses she was pulling from the wardrobe but folded them and shoved them into two packs.
Fingulas and Ciara emerged from the bathing room and Fingulas came to see what Airana had packed.
"Oh, Airana, she is going to see a King, you have to pack nicer things than this!" Fingulas pulled out a brown riding dress from the pack.
"I'm tired. I can't help it." Airana sniffed and hung the dress back in the wardrobe.
"Oh, no, this isn't Ciara's colour at all!" Fingulas placed a lavender dress next to the brown one in the wardrobe, "Airana, all her nice dresses are in this wardrobe, you know that." Fingulas closed the wardrobe Airana was in and opened the one on the other side of the full-length mirror, the one with the formal dresses.
"Then you pack them!" Airana threw her hands into the air and stormed into the bathing room to clean up in there.
"May I pack your dresses, my lady?" Fingulas turned to Ciara where she sat at her dressing mirror running a brush through her long hair.
"Someone has to!" Ciara exclaimed.
"I will do it!" Fingulas agreed with a smile and began pulling different red, burgundy, and wine-coloured dresses for Ciara to wear. They were the ones that looked the best one her.
"Come help me with me hair." Ciara called to Fingulas after she had finished packing the dresses, all folded neatly and tucked into packs so they wouldn't be wrinkled when they arrived in Rohan. Fingulas hurried over to Ciara to help her with a simple but tight hairstyle, feminine and pretty yet good for riding with.
Airana came out of the bathing room and shook her head with disgust at how Fingulas was fawning over the vain elf.
Finally all the preparations were made and Boromir came to Ciara's room to tell her is was time to leave.
"Come, we don't want to be left behind." Boromir smiled as he grabbed Ciara's two packs and handed them to his servant waiting obediently in the hall.
"I'm ready. How far away is Rohan?" Ciara asked as she stood and headed towards the door.
"A nine day ride." Boromir laughed at Ciara's face as he said this.
"Keep her safe and, have a good time, lady Ciara!" Fingulas smiled and stepped aside so Ciara could pass through the door unhindered.
"Thank you." Ciara nodded and followed Boromir down the hall towards the stables.
"Ungrateful, vain elf." Airana muttered and shook her head as Ciara sauntered down the hall in between Boromir and Faramir's strong figures.
"Airana, do not say such things about your mistress!" Fingulas gasped in shock.
"You dote over her every move, it's sickening!" Airana sneered and left the room to go find her other serving friends in their usual place in the kitchen. Fingulas followed behind still unbelieving that Airana could say such things about such a beautiful creature. Ciara's beauty and grace was holding her enraptured.
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Airana sat down at the small table in the kitchen for the servants, the usual group of servants were sitting at the table eating left over food from the dinner the night before and talking.
"Airana, nice of you to join us finally." Morwen, one of the servants greeted Airana.
"If I didn't have to be at the every beckoning of that elf I would be in here more often!" Airana sat down with the other three ladies and Fingulas entered the room.
"Hello, ladies." Fingulas smiled and sat next to Irathen.
"Here's the one that has been hanging on that girl." Airana glared at Fingulas, accusing her of daring to like someone she did not.
"What? I think Ciara is very nice." Fingulas defended herself.
"I wish I could look like that. Then I would be stuck serving other people. They would serve me." Calelmin sighed and took a bite out of an apple.
"She's going away to Rohan and I bet you anything that she gets pregnant while she is there." Airana narrowed her eyes at this thought.
"Someone sure doesn't like her." Morwen laughed.
"You should try serving her!" Airana exclaimed.
"It is not bad at all, she's very pleasant to be around. Better than- well you know who." Fingulas couldn't bring herself to say anything bad about Lord Denethor but she thought a few things that were anything but pleasant.
"Yea, anyone is better that him." Irathen nodded in agreement.
"You know, her coming here was a horrible fate for poor Boromir." Airana drew the subject back to her dislike for the lady Ciara.
"Boromir adores her." Fingulas shook her head, Airana was a stubborn woman.
"Oh yea, and you know exactly what it is going to lead to." Airana waited for the women to fully put their attention on her, "You can tell he adores her very much and you know that sooner of later they are going to- well you know. Then when it's all over he won't want her around anymore and she'll just move onto the guards and become a regular whore. You all know that is what is going to happen." Airana nodded, sure of herself.
"Airana, I usually agree with you but that is a little far-fetched." Calelmin looked at Airana with a confused look.
"Well, you wait and see and when I'm right, you'll all know." Airana crossed her arms and sat back, "If she breaks Boromir's heart, I'll kill her myself."
"Oh my, Airana, he'd be more likely to break her heart. You know how men are." Irathen laughed to herself and went back to eating her food.
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The group of guards, and Faramir and Ciara had been traveling for a day now and were well into the night when the captain finally decided to stop for the night.
"I'm so tired." Ciara sighed as she slowly dismounted from her tall horse.
"I'll help you make your bed." Faramir offered.
"Thanks." Ciara smiled and began to set her bedding on the ground.
The guards quickly lit a fire and had meat cooking over it and were all sitting around the fire talking happily among themselves. Ciara lay on her bed staring at the stars above her, trying not to fall asleep before the food was ready.
"Ciara." Boromir stood over Ciara holding a plate of food for her, "Ciara." Boromir knelt down to she Ciara's eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady, asleep. Boromir smiled to himself and gently covered Ciara with his own blankets.
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Autheress Note: Guess what? This time I am actually writing my story according to the timeline in the appendixes and all! So everyone is proper age and all that fun stuff, though some of my math could be wrong. (Oh well!) If I do have someone's age wrong please inform me, or my muse the Balrog, thank you! Oh yea, one more thing. I think (after carefully inspecting the appendixes and the maps) that it must take nine days to get from Gondor (Minas Tirith) to Rohan (Edoras). Though I could be wrong and I fixed my other chapter where it said they would only be gone five days!
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The next morning Ciara awoke to someone knocking at her door.
"What?" Ciara called, she was still tired and didn't want to get out of bed.
"It's Boromir. Can I come in?"
"Yes, the door is not locked." Ciara called, glad it was him.
Boromir opened the door and was silenced by the sight in front on him, Ciara hidden under delicately woven sheets sat propped against a mountain of soft embroidered pillows waiting for his reason for coming.
"Sorry to wake you but our court counselor wants both you and Faramir to come to Rohan with me. He thinks it might improve relations or something like that." Boromir informed Ciara.
"When do we leave?" Ciara tried to stifle a yawn.
"I will have Airana in here to pack your things in a few minutes, we leave in two hours. I will be back here then and we will leave." Boromir smiled and turned to see Airana standing in the doorway already, "Oh, good, you're here. Pack Ciara's things for her she will need clothes for a week, make sure they are some of the nicest she had. We need to be very presentable, we are going to see King Thranduil in Rohan." Boromir instructed Airana before he left.
Airana nodded, though with a frown and headed towards the wardrobe to pick out Ciara's clothes. Fingulas was at the door only moments later to help Ciara bathe.
Airana was wholly unpleased about this situation, have Ciara leave with nothing but a bunch of young, lustful men and no chaperone was anything but a good idea. She didn't even bother to look at the robes and dresses she was pulling from the wardrobe but folded them and shoved them into two packs.
Fingulas and Ciara emerged from the bathing room and Fingulas came to see what Airana had packed.
"Oh, Airana, she is going to see a King, you have to pack nicer things than this!" Fingulas pulled out a brown riding dress from the pack.
"I'm tired. I can't help it." Airana sniffed and hung the dress back in the wardrobe.
"Oh, no, this isn't Ciara's colour at all!" Fingulas placed a lavender dress next to the brown one in the wardrobe, "Airana, all her nice dresses are in this wardrobe, you know that." Fingulas closed the wardrobe Airana was in and opened the one on the other side of the full-length mirror, the one with the formal dresses.
"Then you pack them!" Airana threw her hands into the air and stormed into the bathing room to clean up in there.
"May I pack your dresses, my lady?" Fingulas turned to Ciara where she sat at her dressing mirror running a brush through her long hair.
"Someone has to!" Ciara exclaimed.
"I will do it!" Fingulas agreed with a smile and began pulling different red, burgundy, and wine-coloured dresses for Ciara to wear. They were the ones that looked the best one her.
"Come help me with me hair." Ciara called to Fingulas after she had finished packing the dresses, all folded neatly and tucked into packs so they wouldn't be wrinkled when they arrived in Rohan. Fingulas hurried over to Ciara to help her with a simple but tight hairstyle, feminine and pretty yet good for riding with.
Airana came out of the bathing room and shook her head with disgust at how Fingulas was fawning over the vain elf.
Finally all the preparations were made and Boromir came to Ciara's room to tell her is was time to leave.
"Come, we don't want to be left behind." Boromir smiled as he grabbed Ciara's two packs and handed them to his servant waiting obediently in the hall.
"I'm ready. How far away is Rohan?" Ciara asked as she stood and headed towards the door.
"A nine day ride." Boromir laughed at Ciara's face as he said this.
"Keep her safe and, have a good time, lady Ciara!" Fingulas smiled and stepped aside so Ciara could pass through the door unhindered.
"Thank you." Ciara nodded and followed Boromir down the hall towards the stables.
"Ungrateful, vain elf." Airana muttered and shook her head as Ciara sauntered down the hall in between Boromir and Faramir's strong figures.
"Airana, do not say such things about your mistress!" Fingulas gasped in shock.
"You dote over her every move, it's sickening!" Airana sneered and left the room to go find her other serving friends in their usual place in the kitchen. Fingulas followed behind still unbelieving that Airana could say such things about such a beautiful creature. Ciara's beauty and grace was holding her enraptured.
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Airana sat down at the small table in the kitchen for the servants, the usual group of servants were sitting at the table eating left over food from the dinner the night before and talking.
"Airana, nice of you to join us finally." Morwen, one of the servants greeted Airana.
"If I didn't have to be at the every beckoning of that elf I would be in here more often!" Airana sat down with the other three ladies and Fingulas entered the room.
"Hello, ladies." Fingulas smiled and sat next to Irathen.
"Here's the one that has been hanging on that girl." Airana glared at Fingulas, accusing her of daring to like someone she did not.
"What? I think Ciara is very nice." Fingulas defended herself.
"I wish I could look like that. Then I would be stuck serving other people. They would serve me." Calelmin sighed and took a bite out of an apple.
"She's going away to Rohan and I bet you anything that she gets pregnant while she is there." Airana narrowed her eyes at this thought.
"Someone sure doesn't like her." Morwen laughed.
"You should try serving her!" Airana exclaimed.
"It is not bad at all, she's very pleasant to be around. Better than- well you know who." Fingulas couldn't bring herself to say anything bad about Lord Denethor but she thought a few things that were anything but pleasant.
"Yea, anyone is better that him." Irathen nodded in agreement.
"You know, her coming here was a horrible fate for poor Boromir." Airana drew the subject back to her dislike for the lady Ciara.
"Boromir adores her." Fingulas shook her head, Airana was a stubborn woman.
"Oh yea, and you know exactly what it is going to lead to." Airana waited for the women to fully put their attention on her, "You can tell he adores her very much and you know that sooner of later they are going to- well you know. Then when it's all over he won't want her around anymore and she'll just move onto the guards and become a regular whore. You all know that is what is going to happen." Airana nodded, sure of herself.
"Airana, I usually agree with you but that is a little far-fetched." Calelmin looked at Airana with a confused look.
"Well, you wait and see and when I'm right, you'll all know." Airana crossed her arms and sat back, "If she breaks Boromir's heart, I'll kill her myself."
"Oh my, Airana, he'd be more likely to break her heart. You know how men are." Irathen laughed to herself and went back to eating her food.
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The group of guards, and Faramir and Ciara had been traveling for a day now and were well into the night when the captain finally decided to stop for the night.
"I'm so tired." Ciara sighed as she slowly dismounted from her tall horse.
"I'll help you make your bed." Faramir offered.
"Thanks." Ciara smiled and began to set her bedding on the ground.
The guards quickly lit a fire and had meat cooking over it and were all sitting around the fire talking happily among themselves. Ciara lay on her bed staring at the stars above her, trying not to fall asleep before the food was ready.
"Ciara." Boromir stood over Ciara holding a plate of food for her, "Ciara." Boromir knelt down to she Ciara's eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady, asleep. Boromir smiled to himself and gently covered Ciara with his own blankets.
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