Flower of Gondor
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"Ciara." Boromir smiled as Ciara sat next to him at the large table.
"Hello." Ciara gave him a smile and forced smile.
"You look tired." Faramir commented.
"I am." Ciara nodded. Boromir didn't say anything but went unusually quiet.
"Did you have a nice time today?" Faramir noticed the look on Boromir's face and recognized it well.
"Theodred and I rode all around the city and some of the fields, he asked me something that king of made me think a lot about my life, that's why I look so tired." Ciara confessed. Boromir's face relaxed a bit and he asked her, "What did he ask you?"
"He asked me about my life and why I agreed to become part of your family so quickly." Ciara shook her head, "I couldn't answer him then but I thought a lot about it and I wouldn't change a thing." Ciara assured the brothers.
"That's good to know." Boromir smiled happy at this response
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Moriana sat in the bedroom she had stumbled upon, trying to find her own room. She hadn't learned her way around the house yet and gave up looking for the servants' room and settled for this much more glamorous one instead. She let herself fall back onto the soft bed and started to daydream about her life as a servant. Maybe one of the steward's sons would fall in love with her and she could become a lady to be served instead of having of having to serve, wouldn't that be nice?
"Oh!" A voice startled her out of her daydream, "Who are you!" the voice demanded.
Great, Moriana thought, My first day and I'm caught in someone's bedroom, alone.
"Sorry, I lost my way and just kind of stumbled in here." Moriana answered truthfully as she sat up and saw that it was not the owner of the room but instead another servant.
"Who are you?" The woman came into the room. She was carrying dresses for the room's real occupant most likely.
"Moriana. I'm new." Moriana stood and patted the wrinkles she had made in the bed.
"Well, I'm Fingulas. I'm the servant of Ciara; this is her room you're in. She's the daughter of the steward." Fingulas walked to the wardrobe and opened it to put the dresses into.
Of course the room I pick is the daughter of the steward! Wait, I never knew the steward had a daughter! Moriana fell silent.
"She is his foster daughter." Fingulas figured what Moriana was thinking.
"Oh. Well, sorry about this. " Moriana stood there, unsure of what to say or do.
"Do you want to help me hang these dresses up?" Fingulas asked.
"I guess." Moriana didn't have anything better to do and felt kind of bad for being caught in this room.
"So, you've never meet Ciara then?" Fingulas asked as she handed Moriana a beautiful dress to hang up.
"No. Today is my first day here." Moriana confessed.
"Oh! Who is your mentor?"
"Irathen, I don't think she like me very much." Moriana felt the soft fabric around the hems of the dress and suddenly felt a longing for a dress like this for herself.
"Irathen was my mentor too. She can be very harsh sometimes but now we get along fine." Fingulas laughed, she knew very well how Irathen could act sometimes.
"I guess." Moriana shrugged, she didn't want to stay long enough for Irathen to like her.
"I gather that it wasn't your choice to come here?" Fingulas smiled warmly at Moriana.
"Not at all." Moriana said with a shake of her head.
"I was the same way when I first got here. I was forced to come by my father and I hated every minute of it. After time though you realize it's not so bad." Fingulas tried to assure Moriana but it didn't work. A new fear overtook Moriana, she was doomed to accept her life in time.
Moriana didn't say anything but grasped the dress in her arms closer to her body, feeling the softness of it against her arms and chest.
"Careful with the dress, don't wrinkle it." Fingulas turned towards Moriana and held out her hand to take the dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Moriana reluctantly let the dress leave her arms, she watched as the blue dress' shimmer faded as it was hung in the wardrobe, "That is a beautiful dress."
"It is but I doubt Ciara will like it." Fingulas gave a little sigh and shut the doors of the wardrobe.
"Why not?!" Moriana could hardly believe that anyone wouldn't like that dress.
"She never wears any of her blue dresses, I don't think she likes the colour." Fingulas explained.
"Oh. You like Ciara a lot don't you?" Moriana asked.
"I like her though, not many of the other servants do."
"Why is that?"
"I think they are jealous of her. She is very beautiful, an elf, and she has the favour of Lord Boromir." Fingulas whispered the last part.
"Favour of Lord Boromir?"
"Yes, I believe that many of the servants are in love with him and are jealous that he has taken a liking to Ciara."
"She is a lucky girl." Moriana agreed.
"Come, let us go to dinner now."
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"We are going to leave tomorrow." Boromir informed Faramir and Ciara later that night as he entered their shared room.
"Why so soon?" Ciara was perched on her bed reading.
"I think we have stayed long enough, Faramir needs to join the guards and I want to continue with training." Boromir explained firmly, Faramir and Ciara knew better than to argue against it.
"We will be ready to leave." Faramir nodded at his brother and waited until he left the room to explain to Ciara why they were leaving so soon, "He wants to leave because Theodred's mother wants Theodred to fall in love with you and marry you."
"What?"
"It's the truth, a soldier informed Boromir today about this plan." Faramir shook his head.
"That is good enough cause to leave." Ciara laughed to herself and lie back onto her bed thinking about what it would be like to marry Theodred, not something she would have thought of before.
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The next morning the guards of Gondor were mounting their horses and making preparations to leave when Theodred's mother came flying out of the palace and towards Boromir, "Why are you leaving so soon?!" She demanded as politely as she could muster.
"I am sorry, milady, but we must return home. It was wonderful to meet you and your son, my best regards to everyone in Rohan." Boromir nodded down at the woman who stood desperately trying to find some reason for them to stay, "Ciara could stay until you visit again? Can't she?"
"I am sorry Ciara must return home with us." Boromir refused this request, she was the reason he wanted to go.
"Please come visit us again soon Lord Boromir!" Theodred's mother pleaded and slowly back away as Faramir pushed by to help Ciara mount.
"Lady Ciara, farewell! Come and visit again it would make Theodred so very pleased!" Theodred's mother called out as the guards urged their horses forward. Ciara waved her farewell and took once last glance for the young Theodred before her horse took off, following the other horses.
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"Ciara." Boromir smiled as Ciara sat next to him at the large table.
"Hello." Ciara gave him a smile and forced smile.
"You look tired." Faramir commented.
"I am." Ciara nodded. Boromir didn't say anything but went unusually quiet.
"Did you have a nice time today?" Faramir noticed the look on Boromir's face and recognized it well.
"Theodred and I rode all around the city and some of the fields, he asked me something that king of made me think a lot about my life, that's why I look so tired." Ciara confessed. Boromir's face relaxed a bit and he asked her, "What did he ask you?"
"He asked me about my life and why I agreed to become part of your family so quickly." Ciara shook her head, "I couldn't answer him then but I thought a lot about it and I wouldn't change a thing." Ciara assured the brothers.
"That's good to know." Boromir smiled happy at this response
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Moriana sat in the bedroom she had stumbled upon, trying to find her own room. She hadn't learned her way around the house yet and gave up looking for the servants' room and settled for this much more glamorous one instead. She let herself fall back onto the soft bed and started to daydream about her life as a servant. Maybe one of the steward's sons would fall in love with her and she could become a lady to be served instead of having of having to serve, wouldn't that be nice?
"Oh!" A voice startled her out of her daydream, "Who are you!" the voice demanded.
Great, Moriana thought, My first day and I'm caught in someone's bedroom, alone.
"Sorry, I lost my way and just kind of stumbled in here." Moriana answered truthfully as she sat up and saw that it was not the owner of the room but instead another servant.
"Who are you?" The woman came into the room. She was carrying dresses for the room's real occupant most likely.
"Moriana. I'm new." Moriana stood and patted the wrinkles she had made in the bed.
"Well, I'm Fingulas. I'm the servant of Ciara; this is her room you're in. She's the daughter of the steward." Fingulas walked to the wardrobe and opened it to put the dresses into.
Of course the room I pick is the daughter of the steward! Wait, I never knew the steward had a daughter! Moriana fell silent.
"She is his foster daughter." Fingulas figured what Moriana was thinking.
"Oh. Well, sorry about this. " Moriana stood there, unsure of what to say or do.
"Do you want to help me hang these dresses up?" Fingulas asked.
"I guess." Moriana didn't have anything better to do and felt kind of bad for being caught in this room.
"So, you've never meet Ciara then?" Fingulas asked as she handed Moriana a beautiful dress to hang up.
"No. Today is my first day here." Moriana confessed.
"Oh! Who is your mentor?"
"Irathen, I don't think she like me very much." Moriana felt the soft fabric around the hems of the dress and suddenly felt a longing for a dress like this for herself.
"Irathen was my mentor too. She can be very harsh sometimes but now we get along fine." Fingulas laughed, she knew very well how Irathen could act sometimes.
"I guess." Moriana shrugged, she didn't want to stay long enough for Irathen to like her.
"I gather that it wasn't your choice to come here?" Fingulas smiled warmly at Moriana.
"Not at all." Moriana said with a shake of her head.
"I was the same way when I first got here. I was forced to come by my father and I hated every minute of it. After time though you realize it's not so bad." Fingulas tried to assure Moriana but it didn't work. A new fear overtook Moriana, she was doomed to accept her life in time.
Moriana didn't say anything but grasped the dress in her arms closer to her body, feeling the softness of it against her arms and chest.
"Careful with the dress, don't wrinkle it." Fingulas turned towards Moriana and held out her hand to take the dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Moriana reluctantly let the dress leave her arms, she watched as the blue dress' shimmer faded as it was hung in the wardrobe, "That is a beautiful dress."
"It is but I doubt Ciara will like it." Fingulas gave a little sigh and shut the doors of the wardrobe.
"Why not?!" Moriana could hardly believe that anyone wouldn't like that dress.
"She never wears any of her blue dresses, I don't think she likes the colour." Fingulas explained.
"Oh. You like Ciara a lot don't you?" Moriana asked.
"I like her though, not many of the other servants do."
"Why is that?"
"I think they are jealous of her. She is very beautiful, an elf, and she has the favour of Lord Boromir." Fingulas whispered the last part.
"Favour of Lord Boromir?"
"Yes, I believe that many of the servants are in love with him and are jealous that he has taken a liking to Ciara."
"She is a lucky girl." Moriana agreed.
"Come, let us go to dinner now."
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"We are going to leave tomorrow." Boromir informed Faramir and Ciara later that night as he entered their shared room.
"Why so soon?" Ciara was perched on her bed reading.
"I think we have stayed long enough, Faramir needs to join the guards and I want to continue with training." Boromir explained firmly, Faramir and Ciara knew better than to argue against it.
"We will be ready to leave." Faramir nodded at his brother and waited until he left the room to explain to Ciara why they were leaving so soon, "He wants to leave because Theodred's mother wants Theodred to fall in love with you and marry you."
"What?"
"It's the truth, a soldier informed Boromir today about this plan." Faramir shook his head.
"That is good enough cause to leave." Ciara laughed to herself and lie back onto her bed thinking about what it would be like to marry Theodred, not something she would have thought of before.
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The next morning the guards of Gondor were mounting their horses and making preparations to leave when Theodred's mother came flying out of the palace and towards Boromir, "Why are you leaving so soon?!" She demanded as politely as she could muster.
"I am sorry, milady, but we must return home. It was wonderful to meet you and your son, my best regards to everyone in Rohan." Boromir nodded down at the woman who stood desperately trying to find some reason for them to stay, "Ciara could stay until you visit again? Can't she?"
"I am sorry Ciara must return home with us." Boromir refused this request, she was the reason he wanted to go.
"Please come visit us again soon Lord Boromir!" Theodred's mother pleaded and slowly back away as Faramir pushed by to help Ciara mount.
"Lady Ciara, farewell! Come and visit again it would make Theodred so very pleased!" Theodred's mother called out as the guards urged their horses forward. Ciara waved her farewell and took once last glance for the young Theodred before her horse took off, following the other horses.
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