Flower Of Gondor
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In a few days' time Ciara had a complete new wardrobe from the ones that had disappeared somehow during that one night. Fingulas had come to the conclusion that Airana had took them but when a guard went to look for Airana in the city word had it that she had left the lands.
"I know it was her, who else would do that? There are hardly any other women in the castle and the maids wouldn't dare go into Ciara's room and not only that but where would they put them? Where would they wear them? It makes perfect sense." Fingulas argued.
"We believe you but we have no proof and anyways, she's gone, for good!" Moriana clapped happily.
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"There are riders in the distance my lord. They look like Rohirrim." Denethor's attendant informed his lord.
"Welcome them in." Denethor sighed, he was not in the mood to entertain company, "Ready some servants to prepare a feast and let the higher guards know they must be at dinner tonight." Denethor waved his attendant away and walked to the window to see these riders for himself.
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"Boromir, your father wants you at dinner tonight as well as some of the higher guards, there are guests tonight. Believed to be from Rohan." Another attendant relaying the message to Boromir who was currently training with other guards.
"Rohirrim? We were just in Rohan. Why would they be visiting us?" Boromir turned to the captain, Throdren.
"Who knows, the people of Rohan are strange we all know that." Throdren shrugged.
"You don't think the King's son would have come do you?" Boromir asked again.
"How am I supposed to know? I don't live in Rohan, and glad of it." Throdren scoffed and continued sparring with his partner and Boromir's friend, Rydon.
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Boromir ran to his room and had to rush to get ready for dinner that evening and Ciara was standing outside her door waiting for Boromir when he arrived to escort her to dinner.
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"Why did we come here, Theodred?" One of the Rohirrim, and Theodred's good friend, Gilomen asked.
"It's a long story."
"Well, I want to hear it considering the guards of Gondor just visited us. Is your mother involved in this?" Gilomen looked Theodred in the eyes.
"Yes, she is actually. I'll tell you but swear by my sword that you won't speak a word to anyone."
"Swear." Gilomen nodded and he grabbed the hilt of Theodred's sword.
"My mother wants me to make the daughter of the steward to fall in love with me, she has to come back to Rohan with us." Theodred whispered to Gilomen.
"What? That is ridiculous." Gilomen shook his head, Theodred's mother was the strangest women that he knew, women were suppose to watch the children and please the men, not think.
"It is a political move that will help Rohan, that's why she wants it."
"'Let the king run the land and let the queen be a model citizen', isn't that the old saying?"
"Yes but, it matters not. I need to marry soon and the girl is good enough." Theodred shrugged.
"But how do you know she will make a good wife?" Gilomen asked.
"I don't." Theodred confessed.
"Well then."
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Denethor sat at the head of the table waiting for the Rohirrim and the guards to enter.
"Evening father." Boromir entered with Ciara.
"Oh, evening my son and my beautiful daughter. Come, sit here by me." Denethor stood and hugged Boromir and gave Ciara a kiss on each cheek. Ciara was surprised by this display of affection. Denethor had warmed up to her but had never really truly shown any real affection towards her. Boromir seemed just as surprised but was smiling happily about it.
"Boromir!" Faramir entered the hall out of breath and headed straight towards Boromir.
"What is it, brother?" Boromir looked towards Faramir.
"The king's son has come." Faramir informed Boromir in a whisper so others wouldn't overhear.
Boromir's smile faded and he sighed as he sat back in his chair, "Wonderful."
Faramir gave a sympathetic smile and headed to his own chair.
"Good evening Denethor son of Ecthelion Steward of Gondor." Theodred greeted Denethor as he entered the room.
"Welcome Theodred son of Theoden Prince of Rohan." Denethor stood and gave a slight bow to Theodred.
"Let me introduce the seven most honoured Rohirrim and Eomer son of Eomund nephew to the king." Theodred introduced his eight companions.
"Please, enter my halls and make yourself at home. For now we feast and speak friendly words towards one another and later you and I shall speak of political matters." Denethor smiled and sat back down.
The little Eomer, who had put up a wonderful fit in order to be allowed to come immediately recognized Boromir, Faramir and Ciara and headed right towards them.
"Hi!" Eomer smiled broadly as he stopped at Ciara's side.
"Hello there little Eomer. How are you faring?" Ciara smiled at the darling little boy.
"I remember you. You were at my home not to long ago." Eomer smiled proudly at remembering her, "You were the pretty lady with the strange ears." Eomer announced.
Boromir and Faramir couldn't help but laugh at this remark and Ciara too, seemed to think it was funny.
"Are you not hungry after that long journey?" Ciara smiled at the boy.
"Very!" Eomer nodded and looked longingly at the food set upon the table.
"Here, you can sit with me and we shall eat together." Ciara moved over in her chair so Eomer could sit beside her.
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"Look, Theodred, little Eomer has made it in well with that maiden over there." Theodred's other friend, Nailond joked.
Theodred looked up and saw that the maiden in question was none other than the exalted Ciara.
"I see." Theodred nodded and he wasn't sure why but he felt a pang of jealously, though it was foolish to be jealous of a child.
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"What is the reason, son of Theoden, for this visit here?" Denethor asked Theodred later that evening after dinner had finally ended.
"It is a political venture, to better relations between Rohan and Gondor. That is what my father wished. He wants old feuds forgotten and a new alliance forged." Theodred told Denethor, which was the truth, he just did not tell all of the truth about the matter.
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"Little Eomer, where are you going to stay tonight?" Ciara asked the child as she held his hand and led him down the twisting halls.
"I don't know." Eomer answered as he took in all the sights of the castle.
"Why don't you sleep in my spare room? My servants will prepare a nice bed for you and they will look after you very well. Would you like that?" Ciara asked.
"Yes! And you can tell me stories, please!?" Eomer exclaimed.
"Of course, I will tell you all the stories you wish. Whatever ones you want!" Ciara laughed an led Eomer into the small sitting room that she rarely ever used.
Moriana and Fingulas hurriedly made a comfortable bed for the little boy and soon Ciara and Eomer were seated next to the small fire to keep them warm and Eomer was enraptured in a story of bravery, courage, and battle being told by Ciara.
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Boromir knocked lightly on Ciara's door the next morning. When no one answered he slowly opened the door and called Ciara's name so he wouldn't surprise her. Though, no one answered.
Boromir walked in and looked around he pushed open the drapes that hid the extra room from view and saw Ciara lying on the floor with Eomer's head resting in her lap. Boromir smiled to himself and walked towards the two.
Ciara was the first to open her eyes, "Good morning." Ciara smiled.
"Have fun last night?" Boromir smiled back.
"I fell asleep after telling Eomer a story. He is such a sweet little boy." Ciara sat up and gently moved Eomer back into the bed made for him and stood to stretch.
"I am going to be training and meeting with the Rohirrim today. Are you going to watch little Eomer or should I send for a servant to watch over him?" Boromir asked.
"I can watch him. I'll have something to do then." Ciara decided.
"That's good. If you change your mind there is always a servant who can take over. I have to go but have a nice day and, I will escort you to dinner tonight." Boromir stood to leave.
"Don't be late." Ciara warned jokingly and waved him off.
"Ciara?" Eomer's voice called from amid the piles of fur, blankets and pillows.
"I'm here." Ciara sat back down next to Eomer.
"I'm hungry." Eomer yawned.
"Come, let us go find something to eat then." Ciara stood back up again and held her hand out for Eomer.
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In a few days' time Ciara had a complete new wardrobe from the ones that had disappeared somehow during that one night. Fingulas had come to the conclusion that Airana had took them but when a guard went to look for Airana in the city word had it that she had left the lands.
"I know it was her, who else would do that? There are hardly any other women in the castle and the maids wouldn't dare go into Ciara's room and not only that but where would they put them? Where would they wear them? It makes perfect sense." Fingulas argued.
"We believe you but we have no proof and anyways, she's gone, for good!" Moriana clapped happily.
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"There are riders in the distance my lord. They look like Rohirrim." Denethor's attendant informed his lord.
"Welcome them in." Denethor sighed, he was not in the mood to entertain company, "Ready some servants to prepare a feast and let the higher guards know they must be at dinner tonight." Denethor waved his attendant away and walked to the window to see these riders for himself.
~
"Boromir, your father wants you at dinner tonight as well as some of the higher guards, there are guests tonight. Believed to be from Rohan." Another attendant relaying the message to Boromir who was currently training with other guards.
"Rohirrim? We were just in Rohan. Why would they be visiting us?" Boromir turned to the captain, Throdren.
"Who knows, the people of Rohan are strange we all know that." Throdren shrugged.
"You don't think the King's son would have come do you?" Boromir asked again.
"How am I supposed to know? I don't live in Rohan, and glad of it." Throdren scoffed and continued sparring with his partner and Boromir's friend, Rydon.
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Boromir ran to his room and had to rush to get ready for dinner that evening and Ciara was standing outside her door waiting for Boromir when he arrived to escort her to dinner.
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"Why did we come here, Theodred?" One of the Rohirrim, and Theodred's good friend, Gilomen asked.
"It's a long story."
"Well, I want to hear it considering the guards of Gondor just visited us. Is your mother involved in this?" Gilomen looked Theodred in the eyes.
"Yes, she is actually. I'll tell you but swear by my sword that you won't speak a word to anyone."
"Swear." Gilomen nodded and he grabbed the hilt of Theodred's sword.
"My mother wants me to make the daughter of the steward to fall in love with me, she has to come back to Rohan with us." Theodred whispered to Gilomen.
"What? That is ridiculous." Gilomen shook his head, Theodred's mother was the strangest women that he knew, women were suppose to watch the children and please the men, not think.
"It is a political move that will help Rohan, that's why she wants it."
"'Let the king run the land and let the queen be a model citizen', isn't that the old saying?"
"Yes but, it matters not. I need to marry soon and the girl is good enough." Theodred shrugged.
"But how do you know she will make a good wife?" Gilomen asked.
"I don't." Theodred confessed.
"Well then."
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Denethor sat at the head of the table waiting for the Rohirrim and the guards to enter.
"Evening father." Boromir entered with Ciara.
"Oh, evening my son and my beautiful daughter. Come, sit here by me." Denethor stood and hugged Boromir and gave Ciara a kiss on each cheek. Ciara was surprised by this display of affection. Denethor had warmed up to her but had never really truly shown any real affection towards her. Boromir seemed just as surprised but was smiling happily about it.
"Boromir!" Faramir entered the hall out of breath and headed straight towards Boromir.
"What is it, brother?" Boromir looked towards Faramir.
"The king's son has come." Faramir informed Boromir in a whisper so others wouldn't overhear.
Boromir's smile faded and he sighed as he sat back in his chair, "Wonderful."
Faramir gave a sympathetic smile and headed to his own chair.
"Good evening Denethor son of Ecthelion Steward of Gondor." Theodred greeted Denethor as he entered the room.
"Welcome Theodred son of Theoden Prince of Rohan." Denethor stood and gave a slight bow to Theodred.
"Let me introduce the seven most honoured Rohirrim and Eomer son of Eomund nephew to the king." Theodred introduced his eight companions.
"Please, enter my halls and make yourself at home. For now we feast and speak friendly words towards one another and later you and I shall speak of political matters." Denethor smiled and sat back down.
The little Eomer, who had put up a wonderful fit in order to be allowed to come immediately recognized Boromir, Faramir and Ciara and headed right towards them.
"Hi!" Eomer smiled broadly as he stopped at Ciara's side.
"Hello there little Eomer. How are you faring?" Ciara smiled at the darling little boy.
"I remember you. You were at my home not to long ago." Eomer smiled proudly at remembering her, "You were the pretty lady with the strange ears." Eomer announced.
Boromir and Faramir couldn't help but laugh at this remark and Ciara too, seemed to think it was funny.
"Are you not hungry after that long journey?" Ciara smiled at the boy.
"Very!" Eomer nodded and looked longingly at the food set upon the table.
"Here, you can sit with me and we shall eat together." Ciara moved over in her chair so Eomer could sit beside her.
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"Look, Theodred, little Eomer has made it in well with that maiden over there." Theodred's other friend, Nailond joked.
Theodred looked up and saw that the maiden in question was none other than the exalted Ciara.
"I see." Theodred nodded and he wasn't sure why but he felt a pang of jealously, though it was foolish to be jealous of a child.
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"What is the reason, son of Theoden, for this visit here?" Denethor asked Theodred later that evening after dinner had finally ended.
"It is a political venture, to better relations between Rohan and Gondor. That is what my father wished. He wants old feuds forgotten and a new alliance forged." Theodred told Denethor, which was the truth, he just did not tell all of the truth about the matter.
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"Little Eomer, where are you going to stay tonight?" Ciara asked the child as she held his hand and led him down the twisting halls.
"I don't know." Eomer answered as he took in all the sights of the castle.
"Why don't you sleep in my spare room? My servants will prepare a nice bed for you and they will look after you very well. Would you like that?" Ciara asked.
"Yes! And you can tell me stories, please!?" Eomer exclaimed.
"Of course, I will tell you all the stories you wish. Whatever ones you want!" Ciara laughed an led Eomer into the small sitting room that she rarely ever used.
Moriana and Fingulas hurriedly made a comfortable bed for the little boy and soon Ciara and Eomer were seated next to the small fire to keep them warm and Eomer was enraptured in a story of bravery, courage, and battle being told by Ciara.
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Boromir knocked lightly on Ciara's door the next morning. When no one answered he slowly opened the door and called Ciara's name so he wouldn't surprise her. Though, no one answered.
Boromir walked in and looked around he pushed open the drapes that hid the extra room from view and saw Ciara lying on the floor with Eomer's head resting in her lap. Boromir smiled to himself and walked towards the two.
Ciara was the first to open her eyes, "Good morning." Ciara smiled.
"Have fun last night?" Boromir smiled back.
"I fell asleep after telling Eomer a story. He is such a sweet little boy." Ciara sat up and gently moved Eomer back into the bed made for him and stood to stretch.
"I am going to be training and meeting with the Rohirrim today. Are you going to watch little Eomer or should I send for a servant to watch over him?" Boromir asked.
"I can watch him. I'll have something to do then." Ciara decided.
"That's good. If you change your mind there is always a servant who can take over. I have to go but have a nice day and, I will escort you to dinner tonight." Boromir stood to leave.
"Don't be late." Ciara warned jokingly and waved him off.
"Ciara?" Eomer's voice called from amid the piles of fur, blankets and pillows.
"I'm here." Ciara sat back down next to Eomer.
"I'm hungry." Eomer yawned.
"Come, let us go find something to eat then." Ciara stood back up again and held her hand out for Eomer.
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