Flower of Gondor
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I am asking for forgiveness ahead of time for the characterization that I give Theodred and Eomund! We don't get to see their characters develop at all in the books so I am taking some great liberties here! Sorry, but it does add to my story! ~
Fingulas and Moriana stood alone in Ciara's room together waiting for Airana to return. Soon enough the door flew open and Airana stood fuming.
"What was that!?" Airana slammed the door behind her.
"As I told you before, we were busy at the moment. Could you not see that we were waiting upon our lady? You know very well that her will come before yours." Fingulas said proudly and Moriana stood silently behind wishing her luck for the oncoming rage from Airana.
"Just you wait until later when the senior servants hear about this! You will be out of a job and a home faster than anything you've ever known before!" Airana shouted before she turned and stormed out of the room.
Fingulas and Moriana stood staring at the door that swung back open from the impact of being slammed shut so hard. Moriana quietly went and shut the door and returned to Fingulas who knew sat on the bed with her head in her hands.
"What have I done?" Fingulas sighed.
"Fingulas, Fingulas, don't worry. Ciara knows what has happened and she won't let them get rid of you. It'll all be okay in the end, you'll see." Moriana tried to reassure Fingulas but she wasn't so certain of the outcome herself. The senior servants could be very harsh at times.
~
The next morning Fingulas and Moriana found Ciara still sleeping in bed when they entered her room to help her prepare for her day ahead.
"Ciara, my lady, wake up." Fingulas whispered into Ciara's ear.
Ciara rolled over and looked Fingulas in the eyes, "Oh! You startled me."
"You know, for being an elf, you sure sleep like a mortal!" Moriana joked.
"I know I do. I have some horrible habits for being an elf. I swear there is mortal somewhere in my family that I get it all from." Ciara laughed and crawled out of bed.
Fingulas went to Ciara's wardrobe and pulled open the doors, there she stood in shock, "Uh, Ciara." Fingulas finally muttered and Moriana and Ciara came over.
"Oh my!" Moriana stared at the same thing Fingulas was looking at.
"Where did all my clothes go?" Ciara asked blankly. Before the three women stood a completely empty wardrobe.
"I have no idea." Fingulas shook her head and moved to open the next wardrobe, same thing. It was completely empty.
"What happened to them all?" Moriana shut the door and opened it again, just in case any dresses had decided to reappear.
"I think we are going to have to go to the seamstress to have new dresses made for you today." Fingulas shook her head.
"I want to go with you, I don't want anymore blue or violet dresses." Ciara nodded.
"Well, you can't go in those clothes." Moriana pointed to Ciara's nightclothes.
Ciara smiled and pulled on her dress from last night as she followed the two down the hall.
~ In Rohan ~
"My lords, the lady Eomund is not feeling well and the healer requests that Eomund come and see her, please." An attendant announced to Theoden and Eomund in Theoden's study where they were discussing political matters.
Eomund nodded and followed the attendant towards the room his wife had been since the birth of their daughter Eowyn.
"My lord, the healer is very fearful for the lady's health, she is not at all in the good health she once was and the healer is not certain that she will ever recover." The attendant said quietly to his lord.
Eomund entered the room where the healer and an array of other attendants were standing around a still figure on a bed.
"My lord! I am so sorry, the lady has just passed!" The healer came forward with tears streaming down her face; the attendant caught the healer in his arms before she fell down. Eomund rushed to the bedside of his beloved wife. Her face was already starting to turn that deathly morbid white of death and the warmth of the human body had left her.
"No!" Eomund cried and pulled his young wife to him. He kissed her forehead and let the tears spill onto her face.
The other attendants watched in tears as well, the love story of Eomund and his lady was well known in the land by all.
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"Uncle, tell me a story please." Little Eomer crawled into his uncle's lap.
"What story my brave young warrior?" Theoden smiled down at the little boy.
"The one of grandfather and his brave soldier's at war!" Eomer cried out happily.
"That one I know well." Theoden smiled at his adventurous little nephew. He loved him like his own son. A son who would listen and obey the orders of a father, a son who would bring hope and peace to his people and his land, a son who loved his father and would grow to become a great king. Not a son who listened to the twisted and tainted words of a woman twisted and tainted in a web of her own lies and deceit.
"My lord! The lady Eomund has just passed away!" An attendant ran into Theoden's study to announce the news. Theoden sat in shock for a moment. How could the good, sweet, young bride of Eomund have passed? Theoden picked up the little Eomer and carried him to his dead mother's room.
"My lord." An attendant bowed as Theoden entered the room.
"Mommy?" Eomer whispered quietly as he saw her lying on the bed with Eomund hunched over her crying.
"I am sorry my nephew, your mother is dead." Theoden set Eomer on the ground and held the little boy by the shoulders.
"Dead? When will she be better?"
"She isn't going to get better. She is gone."
"When is she coming back?"
"I am sorry, she won't be." Theoden looked into the confused eyes of a little boy who just lost his mother and couldn't think of anything to say other than. "I'm sorry."
~
"Mother, mother have you heard the news?" Theodred entered his mothers' poorly lit room.
"No, what is it?"
"The lady Eomund has just died."
"What?" Theodred's mother turned and looked at her son.
"She was too weak from her birth, she is dead. This is your fault you know, you wished her dead the night before last and now it is so." Theodred whispered fervently.
"No, my son, women's wishes do not just come true. Everyone knew she was weak and wouldn't live long but this, this is soon." She stood and looked out the window as the rain started to slowly fall over the lands.
"What are we going to do?" Theodred went and stood in front of his mother.
"We are going to do? We are not going to do anything because, there is nothing for us to do."
Theodred stood staring at his mother still partially blaming her for the death of Rohan's most favoured woman.
"I know what you can do though."
"What am I supposed to do?" Theodred knew his mother was thinking of something.
"You are going to Gondor, take some of your men with you and go find the Lady Ciara. I want you to make her fall in love with you, she must return to Rohan with you! Do you understand?"
"Yes but, why?"
"Because she is the key to our success! If we have her we have not only Gondor on our side but the elves as well!"
"How do we know this?"
"She is the daughter of the steward of Gondor, Denethor may not love her but I doubt his would risk his reputation is she married you. And she is an elf, you know how elves are they stick together and we have her they will be with us I am sure of that at least from Lord Elrond from Rivendell and he's the one we want the most."
"If only you had been born a man, what a king you would have made." Theodred sighed and looked at his mother who stood smiling in her plans as she gazed out the window.
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Theoden sat on his throne beside Eomund that evening, both in complete silence.
"I am leaving with some men for Gondor tonight. We are going to better the peace relations between our lands." Theodred announced to Theoden as he walked up.
"Who decided upon this?" Theoden was not aware that anyone was being sent out to better the relations.
"Your wife." Theodred answered.
It took Theoden all he had in him not to roll his eyes, the thought of his wife sending out a peacemaking party was more unlikely than men sailing to the undying lands, it just doesn't happen.
"Do not mess up the relations or you will be help personally accountable, remember these words well for when you return you will be judged by them not as a son of a king but as any man in this court might be and the outcome could be grave indeed." Theoden warned his son before he left.
Theodred nodded and left the hall, though he was now a bit anxious about his trip.
~ In Gondor ~
"How are relations looking with Rohan?" Denethor asked his most trusted advisor.
"Better than they have been of recent my lord." His advisor relayed the news.
"Good." Denethor nodded, "We need them on our side. I feel we may need them before too long."
Denethor's attendant stared at his lord, he hoped that Denethor wasn't planning an attack on anyone.
~
I am asking for forgiveness ahead of time for the characterization that I give Theodred and Eomund! We don't get to see their characters develop at all in the books so I am taking some great liberties here! Sorry, but it does add to my story! ~
Fingulas and Moriana stood alone in Ciara's room together waiting for Airana to return. Soon enough the door flew open and Airana stood fuming.
"What was that!?" Airana slammed the door behind her.
"As I told you before, we were busy at the moment. Could you not see that we were waiting upon our lady? You know very well that her will come before yours." Fingulas said proudly and Moriana stood silently behind wishing her luck for the oncoming rage from Airana.
"Just you wait until later when the senior servants hear about this! You will be out of a job and a home faster than anything you've ever known before!" Airana shouted before she turned and stormed out of the room.
Fingulas and Moriana stood staring at the door that swung back open from the impact of being slammed shut so hard. Moriana quietly went and shut the door and returned to Fingulas who knew sat on the bed with her head in her hands.
"What have I done?" Fingulas sighed.
"Fingulas, Fingulas, don't worry. Ciara knows what has happened and she won't let them get rid of you. It'll all be okay in the end, you'll see." Moriana tried to reassure Fingulas but she wasn't so certain of the outcome herself. The senior servants could be very harsh at times.
~
The next morning Fingulas and Moriana found Ciara still sleeping in bed when they entered her room to help her prepare for her day ahead.
"Ciara, my lady, wake up." Fingulas whispered into Ciara's ear.
Ciara rolled over and looked Fingulas in the eyes, "Oh! You startled me."
"You know, for being an elf, you sure sleep like a mortal!" Moriana joked.
"I know I do. I have some horrible habits for being an elf. I swear there is mortal somewhere in my family that I get it all from." Ciara laughed and crawled out of bed.
Fingulas went to Ciara's wardrobe and pulled open the doors, there she stood in shock, "Uh, Ciara." Fingulas finally muttered and Moriana and Ciara came over.
"Oh my!" Moriana stared at the same thing Fingulas was looking at.
"Where did all my clothes go?" Ciara asked blankly. Before the three women stood a completely empty wardrobe.
"I have no idea." Fingulas shook her head and moved to open the next wardrobe, same thing. It was completely empty.
"What happened to them all?" Moriana shut the door and opened it again, just in case any dresses had decided to reappear.
"I think we are going to have to go to the seamstress to have new dresses made for you today." Fingulas shook her head.
"I want to go with you, I don't want anymore blue or violet dresses." Ciara nodded.
"Well, you can't go in those clothes." Moriana pointed to Ciara's nightclothes.
Ciara smiled and pulled on her dress from last night as she followed the two down the hall.
~ In Rohan ~
"My lords, the lady Eomund is not feeling well and the healer requests that Eomund come and see her, please." An attendant announced to Theoden and Eomund in Theoden's study where they were discussing political matters.
Eomund nodded and followed the attendant towards the room his wife had been since the birth of their daughter Eowyn.
"My lord, the healer is very fearful for the lady's health, she is not at all in the good health she once was and the healer is not certain that she will ever recover." The attendant said quietly to his lord.
Eomund entered the room where the healer and an array of other attendants were standing around a still figure on a bed.
"My lord! I am so sorry, the lady has just passed!" The healer came forward with tears streaming down her face; the attendant caught the healer in his arms before she fell down. Eomund rushed to the bedside of his beloved wife. Her face was already starting to turn that deathly morbid white of death and the warmth of the human body had left her.
"No!" Eomund cried and pulled his young wife to him. He kissed her forehead and let the tears spill onto her face.
The other attendants watched in tears as well, the love story of Eomund and his lady was well known in the land by all.
~
"Uncle, tell me a story please." Little Eomer crawled into his uncle's lap.
"What story my brave young warrior?" Theoden smiled down at the little boy.
"The one of grandfather and his brave soldier's at war!" Eomer cried out happily.
"That one I know well." Theoden smiled at his adventurous little nephew. He loved him like his own son. A son who would listen and obey the orders of a father, a son who would bring hope and peace to his people and his land, a son who loved his father and would grow to become a great king. Not a son who listened to the twisted and tainted words of a woman twisted and tainted in a web of her own lies and deceit.
"My lord! The lady Eomund has just passed away!" An attendant ran into Theoden's study to announce the news. Theoden sat in shock for a moment. How could the good, sweet, young bride of Eomund have passed? Theoden picked up the little Eomer and carried him to his dead mother's room.
"My lord." An attendant bowed as Theoden entered the room.
"Mommy?" Eomer whispered quietly as he saw her lying on the bed with Eomund hunched over her crying.
"I am sorry my nephew, your mother is dead." Theoden set Eomer on the ground and held the little boy by the shoulders.
"Dead? When will she be better?"
"She isn't going to get better. She is gone."
"When is she coming back?"
"I am sorry, she won't be." Theoden looked into the confused eyes of a little boy who just lost his mother and couldn't think of anything to say other than. "I'm sorry."
~
"Mother, mother have you heard the news?" Theodred entered his mothers' poorly lit room.
"No, what is it?"
"The lady Eomund has just died."
"What?" Theodred's mother turned and looked at her son.
"She was too weak from her birth, she is dead. This is your fault you know, you wished her dead the night before last and now it is so." Theodred whispered fervently.
"No, my son, women's wishes do not just come true. Everyone knew she was weak and wouldn't live long but this, this is soon." She stood and looked out the window as the rain started to slowly fall over the lands.
"What are we going to do?" Theodred went and stood in front of his mother.
"We are going to do? We are not going to do anything because, there is nothing for us to do."
Theodred stood staring at his mother still partially blaming her for the death of Rohan's most favoured woman.
"I know what you can do though."
"What am I supposed to do?" Theodred knew his mother was thinking of something.
"You are going to Gondor, take some of your men with you and go find the Lady Ciara. I want you to make her fall in love with you, she must return to Rohan with you! Do you understand?"
"Yes but, why?"
"Because she is the key to our success! If we have her we have not only Gondor on our side but the elves as well!"
"How do we know this?"
"She is the daughter of the steward of Gondor, Denethor may not love her but I doubt his would risk his reputation is she married you. And she is an elf, you know how elves are they stick together and we have her they will be with us I am sure of that at least from Lord Elrond from Rivendell and he's the one we want the most."
"If only you had been born a man, what a king you would have made." Theodred sighed and looked at his mother who stood smiling in her plans as she gazed out the window.
~
Theoden sat on his throne beside Eomund that evening, both in complete silence.
"I am leaving with some men for Gondor tonight. We are going to better the peace relations between our lands." Theodred announced to Theoden as he walked up.
"Who decided upon this?" Theoden was not aware that anyone was being sent out to better the relations.
"Your wife." Theodred answered.
It took Theoden all he had in him not to roll his eyes, the thought of his wife sending out a peacemaking party was more unlikely than men sailing to the undying lands, it just doesn't happen.
"Do not mess up the relations or you will be help personally accountable, remember these words well for when you return you will be judged by them not as a son of a king but as any man in this court might be and the outcome could be grave indeed." Theoden warned his son before he left.
Theodred nodded and left the hall, though he was now a bit anxious about his trip.
~ In Gondor ~
"How are relations looking with Rohan?" Denethor asked his most trusted advisor.
"Better than they have been of recent my lord." His advisor relayed the news.
"Good." Denethor nodded, "We need them on our side. I feel we may need them before too long."
Denethor's attendant stared at his lord, he hoped that Denethor wasn't planning an attack on anyone.