Flower of Gondor
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This one is because I fell in love with a waiter named Phil on holiday, he was gorgeous! Ciara gets the same treatment!
And, just a note. This story will be ending in about two or three chapters. GASP!! Oh but wait, there will be a second part! That's right kids, your very own volume two of Flower of Gondor! Never fear, Ciara is near! Just a heads up and tentatively the name will be Flower of Gondor, Part Two. But I might get creative and name it something else. Any suggestions? Thanks, I'm out! Don't forget drop a review for me!
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"There goes all hopes of an alliance with Rohan." Denethor frowned towards his advisor.
"We do not need them. Besides now we can keep the lady Ciara in the city. The people like her." Denethor's advisor watched as the Rohirrim rode towards the city gates.
"Yes, that is true. Bring my son to me I wish to speak with him." Denethor sat back in his comfortable chair and sighed.
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"Ciara, what is wrong?" Faramir stood in Ciara's doorway and watched Ciara silently cry on her bed.
"I don't know. I've never had anything like this happen to me before." Ciara shook her head.
"What do you mean?" Faramir entered the room and sat on the bed next to Ciara and gently rubbed her back.
"Little Eomer and I were friends and he had to leave now I don't know if I'll see him ever again." Ciara sniffed.
"It is hard to say good-bye."
"No. Good-bye is easy. Good-bye to friends is hard." Ciara leaned her head against Faramir's strong shoulder and tried to stop the tears.
"Yes, that is always the hardest. But, you will make friends here in Gondor too and they won't have to leave to return home." Faramir tried to cheer her up, "You have me and Boromir and I believe you have become close to both Moriana and Fingulas." Faramir pointed out.
"Yes, you are right. I have more friends here than I have ever had before. It's nice." Ciara smiled and wiped the tears from her face. "I will just forget Eomer after a while anyways."
"You don't have to forget but move on." Faramir gave Ciara a loving squeeze around her shoulders.
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"Ciara, life has been very boring around here." Moriana sighed as she and Ciara sat on Ciara's bed together looking out over the trees that were being gently pushed back and forth by the wind.
"It's good." Ciara couldn't tear her eyes away from the leaves on the trees.
"What is happening between you and Boromir? Nothing lately?" Moriana fell back into the plush bed.
"Nothing. He has been so busy with the guards that we haven't had much time together really." Ciara shrugged. It was true, Boromir had been consumed with training with the guards for the past few months and was rarely seen in the house anymore except late at night when he returned from training. Faramir had taken to training too but, not quite so in depth and still had time to spend with Ciara and his other friends.
"I haven't seen that boy in weeks." Fingulas remarked as she emerged from the bathing room.
"Me either." Ciara rolled her eyes.
"I think we should go out and do something tonight." Moriana suggested.
"Like what do you suggest?" Fingulas suggested in a very sarcastic manner.
"We should go to a tavern and meet some people, some handsome men to make us feel better." Moriana sat up and smiled at the other two.
"Are you serious?!" Fingulas was in disbelief.
"Yes, very. We could go to the taverns on Ardorian street. Those are the best ones, always packed with men." Moriana wiggled her eyebrows. Ciara let out a little giggle and Fingulas gasped.
"No! We can't go there! Those places are rowdy! Do you know what kind of people go there?!" Fingulas hissed to Moriana.
"Sure I do. People who like to have a good time. We are looking for a good time so why not go right to the place where people know how to have a good time?" Moriana smiled.
"I'm not going. I don't want to come stumbling home drunk after having some strange man touch me in places that he shouldn't have!" Fingulas shook her head vehemently.
"I'll go." Ciara looked at Moriana.
"Good, let's go then." Moriana stood and started towards the door.
"Wait!" Fingulas ran to block the door, "You can't"
"We are."
"Promise me, promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"Fingulas, we just need to bring some fun and happiness into our otherwise boring and pointless lives, it's fine."
"We promise." Ciara added and both her and Moriana headed towards the door.
"All right, all right! I'm coming." Fingulas changed her mind and followed the other two out.
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"Theodred!" Theodred's mother's voice rang out through the great hall, "Where is your bride?!
"Uh, mother, let us talk in private please." Theodred hurried towards his mother and led her towards a private sitting room.
"I want to know why you are back so soon and why isn't that elf here with you now!"
"There was some problems." Theodred sighed.
"And there are about to be a few more! Explain yourself right this instant!"
"I made the offer and Denethor was thinking about it but the men got into a tavern fight and a man wound up dead and we had to leave the city." Theodred gave his mother the very short version of the story.
"They are all dead. I want them dead by this evening." Theodred's mother's face hardened and Theodred knew that the men were very much in danger right now, "Bring them all to me."
Theodred nodded and left the room, "All of you, to my mother immediately."
The Rohirrim all looked at each other and headed towards the room, "Dead men." One of the servants whispered as they passed by.
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"Welcome my fair ladies, what'll you have?" The barkeeper asked as the three women filed up to the tavern counter.
"The best you have." Moriana smiled.
"Why, hello ladies, you all look stunning this evening." A man with greasy hair and crooked teeth leaned towards the three and smiled at them.
"Uh, thanks." Ciara nodded and scooted towards the other direction of the counter.
"Let's go sit over there." Moriana motioned towards a table a little ways away from the counter and near a rather large group of younger men.
"I can't believe we are doing this." Fingulas whined as they all sat down.
"How can I help you three lovelies?" One of the bar-attendants smiled as they sat down.
"Thanks, we've just been helped." Moriana answered for the three and the attendant turned away.
"He was beautiful." Ciara watched as the attendant headed towards another table, "I want to know who he is." Ciara couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
"He is handsome isn't he? I think his name is Philemon." Moriana answered.
"How do you know?" Fingulas stared at Moriana.
"Remember, before I came to Denethor's house I lived in the city. I just happened to live here and come to these taverns because my family did." Moriana reminded Fingulas.
"I want to talk to him." Ciara sighed and put her hand over her heart.
"Oh honey. I'll get him over here. Just don't drool over yourself when you're talking." Moriana laughed though, she never got a chance to call Philemon over because he was already on his way.
"Just checking on you ladies, need anything?' Philemon smiled and all three went completely silent. "I'll take that as a no then." Philemon smiled and headed towards another waiting table.
"Well, um," Moriana snapped out of her daze, "There was your chance."
"I went blank."
"We all did. You were right, he is handsome." Fingulas nodded.
"Uh, sigh." Ciara placed her hand over her heart and shook her head.
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"Boromir! Boromir, I want to talk to you." Ciara stood outside her door that night waiting for Boromir to return to the house and head towards his room.
"Ciara, what are you doing up this late?" Boromir stopped.
"Waiting for you." Ciara answered.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk in the morning, you look tired." Boromir looked at Ciara's dark circles under her eyes.
"No, I want to talk now." Ciara said firmly.
"What have you to say?'
"Boromir, I haven't seen you or spoken to you in nearly a month now." Ciara began.
"Ciara, you know I have been busy with training. I must become a captain." Boromir cut in quickly.
"I know that but you need to take a break every now and then and see your friends and family. Faramir and I haven't had time with you since the Rohirrim left and quite frankly I feel as if you had left with them. Does your family not matter to you anymore?!" Ciara stared hard into Boromir's eyes.
"Ciara, you know that I care very much for both you and Faramir. Faramir himself has been busy training lately as well."
"Yes, but he still finds time to spend with me and his friends. You though, I really thought there were beginnings of something between us and now those feelings have vanished." Ciara, for the first time, admitted that she had had feelings for Boromir. Boromir stood silent, unsure of what to say.
"Ciara, I have feelings for you as well and I don't want them to go away."
"Too late, Boromir, they've left." Ciara shook her head.
"There is someone else then?'
"Not particularly."
"What does that mean?"
"I somewhat have my eye on someone else since you abandoned me in my time of need." Ciara snapped.
"In your time of need?"
"Yes, Boromir. I needed you to be there for me when the Rohirrim left. That was a hard time for me with Theodred asking for me as his wife and little Eomer leaving, I needed you!"
"I am so sorry Ciara."
"Not good enough, Boromir." Ciara sniffed and turned into her room, slamming the door behind her so Boromir could not see the tears that were threatening to fall. She felt bad that she had let her emotions take hold and did not fully mean all of the things she had said to Boromir.
Boromir stood staring at the door debating mentally whether he should knock or leave. He chose the latter.
"She's right you know." Faramir had heard the whole conversation from his open door and was know standing, watching Boromir.
"I know." Boromir nodded and headed towards his room.
"Don't let her slip to far away, you might wake up one day and find that she's not here any more." Faramir warned and Boromir stalked off down the hall, his ego and pride hurt at the harsh words and warnings heeded to him tonight, though he knew they were all correct.
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This one is because I fell in love with a waiter named Phil on holiday, he was gorgeous! Ciara gets the same treatment!
And, just a note. This story will be ending in about two or three chapters. GASP!! Oh but wait, there will be a second part! That's right kids, your very own volume two of Flower of Gondor! Never fear, Ciara is near! Just a heads up and tentatively the name will be Flower of Gondor, Part Two. But I might get creative and name it something else. Any suggestions? Thanks, I'm out! Don't forget drop a review for me!
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"There goes all hopes of an alliance with Rohan." Denethor frowned towards his advisor.
"We do not need them. Besides now we can keep the lady Ciara in the city. The people like her." Denethor's advisor watched as the Rohirrim rode towards the city gates.
"Yes, that is true. Bring my son to me I wish to speak with him." Denethor sat back in his comfortable chair and sighed.
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"Ciara, what is wrong?" Faramir stood in Ciara's doorway and watched Ciara silently cry on her bed.
"I don't know. I've never had anything like this happen to me before." Ciara shook her head.
"What do you mean?" Faramir entered the room and sat on the bed next to Ciara and gently rubbed her back.
"Little Eomer and I were friends and he had to leave now I don't know if I'll see him ever again." Ciara sniffed.
"It is hard to say good-bye."
"No. Good-bye is easy. Good-bye to friends is hard." Ciara leaned her head against Faramir's strong shoulder and tried to stop the tears.
"Yes, that is always the hardest. But, you will make friends here in Gondor too and they won't have to leave to return home." Faramir tried to cheer her up, "You have me and Boromir and I believe you have become close to both Moriana and Fingulas." Faramir pointed out.
"Yes, you are right. I have more friends here than I have ever had before. It's nice." Ciara smiled and wiped the tears from her face. "I will just forget Eomer after a while anyways."
"You don't have to forget but move on." Faramir gave Ciara a loving squeeze around her shoulders.
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"Ciara, life has been very boring around here." Moriana sighed as she and Ciara sat on Ciara's bed together looking out over the trees that were being gently pushed back and forth by the wind.
"It's good." Ciara couldn't tear her eyes away from the leaves on the trees.
"What is happening between you and Boromir? Nothing lately?" Moriana fell back into the plush bed.
"Nothing. He has been so busy with the guards that we haven't had much time together really." Ciara shrugged. It was true, Boromir had been consumed with training with the guards for the past few months and was rarely seen in the house anymore except late at night when he returned from training. Faramir had taken to training too but, not quite so in depth and still had time to spend with Ciara and his other friends.
"I haven't seen that boy in weeks." Fingulas remarked as she emerged from the bathing room.
"Me either." Ciara rolled her eyes.
"I think we should go out and do something tonight." Moriana suggested.
"Like what do you suggest?" Fingulas suggested in a very sarcastic manner.
"We should go to a tavern and meet some people, some handsome men to make us feel better." Moriana sat up and smiled at the other two.
"Are you serious?!" Fingulas was in disbelief.
"Yes, very. We could go to the taverns on Ardorian street. Those are the best ones, always packed with men." Moriana wiggled her eyebrows. Ciara let out a little giggle and Fingulas gasped.
"No! We can't go there! Those places are rowdy! Do you know what kind of people go there?!" Fingulas hissed to Moriana.
"Sure I do. People who like to have a good time. We are looking for a good time so why not go right to the place where people know how to have a good time?" Moriana smiled.
"I'm not going. I don't want to come stumbling home drunk after having some strange man touch me in places that he shouldn't have!" Fingulas shook her head vehemently.
"I'll go." Ciara looked at Moriana.
"Good, let's go then." Moriana stood and started towards the door.
"Wait!" Fingulas ran to block the door, "You can't"
"We are."
"Promise me, promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"Fingulas, we just need to bring some fun and happiness into our otherwise boring and pointless lives, it's fine."
"We promise." Ciara added and both her and Moriana headed towards the door.
"All right, all right! I'm coming." Fingulas changed her mind and followed the other two out.
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"Theodred!" Theodred's mother's voice rang out through the great hall, "Where is your bride?!
"Uh, mother, let us talk in private please." Theodred hurried towards his mother and led her towards a private sitting room.
"I want to know why you are back so soon and why isn't that elf here with you now!"
"There was some problems." Theodred sighed.
"And there are about to be a few more! Explain yourself right this instant!"
"I made the offer and Denethor was thinking about it but the men got into a tavern fight and a man wound up dead and we had to leave the city." Theodred gave his mother the very short version of the story.
"They are all dead. I want them dead by this evening." Theodred's mother's face hardened and Theodred knew that the men were very much in danger right now, "Bring them all to me."
Theodred nodded and left the room, "All of you, to my mother immediately."
The Rohirrim all looked at each other and headed towards the room, "Dead men." One of the servants whispered as they passed by.
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"Welcome my fair ladies, what'll you have?" The barkeeper asked as the three women filed up to the tavern counter.
"The best you have." Moriana smiled.
"Why, hello ladies, you all look stunning this evening." A man with greasy hair and crooked teeth leaned towards the three and smiled at them.
"Uh, thanks." Ciara nodded and scooted towards the other direction of the counter.
"Let's go sit over there." Moriana motioned towards a table a little ways away from the counter and near a rather large group of younger men.
"I can't believe we are doing this." Fingulas whined as they all sat down.
"How can I help you three lovelies?" One of the bar-attendants smiled as they sat down.
"Thanks, we've just been helped." Moriana answered for the three and the attendant turned away.
"He was beautiful." Ciara watched as the attendant headed towards another table, "I want to know who he is." Ciara couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
"He is handsome isn't he? I think his name is Philemon." Moriana answered.
"How do you know?" Fingulas stared at Moriana.
"Remember, before I came to Denethor's house I lived in the city. I just happened to live here and come to these taverns because my family did." Moriana reminded Fingulas.
"I want to talk to him." Ciara sighed and put her hand over her heart.
"Oh honey. I'll get him over here. Just don't drool over yourself when you're talking." Moriana laughed though, she never got a chance to call Philemon over because he was already on his way.
"Just checking on you ladies, need anything?' Philemon smiled and all three went completely silent. "I'll take that as a no then." Philemon smiled and headed towards another waiting table.
"Well, um," Moriana snapped out of her daze, "There was your chance."
"I went blank."
"We all did. You were right, he is handsome." Fingulas nodded.
"Uh, sigh." Ciara placed her hand over her heart and shook her head.
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"Boromir! Boromir, I want to talk to you." Ciara stood outside her door that night waiting for Boromir to return to the house and head towards his room.
"Ciara, what are you doing up this late?" Boromir stopped.
"Waiting for you." Ciara answered.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk in the morning, you look tired." Boromir looked at Ciara's dark circles under her eyes.
"No, I want to talk now." Ciara said firmly.
"What have you to say?'
"Boromir, I haven't seen you or spoken to you in nearly a month now." Ciara began.
"Ciara, you know I have been busy with training. I must become a captain." Boromir cut in quickly.
"I know that but you need to take a break every now and then and see your friends and family. Faramir and I haven't had time with you since the Rohirrim left and quite frankly I feel as if you had left with them. Does your family not matter to you anymore?!" Ciara stared hard into Boromir's eyes.
"Ciara, you know that I care very much for both you and Faramir. Faramir himself has been busy training lately as well."
"Yes, but he still finds time to spend with me and his friends. You though, I really thought there were beginnings of something between us and now those feelings have vanished." Ciara, for the first time, admitted that she had had feelings for Boromir. Boromir stood silent, unsure of what to say.
"Ciara, I have feelings for you as well and I don't want them to go away."
"Too late, Boromir, they've left." Ciara shook her head.
"There is someone else then?'
"Not particularly."
"What does that mean?"
"I somewhat have my eye on someone else since you abandoned me in my time of need." Ciara snapped.
"In your time of need?"
"Yes, Boromir. I needed you to be there for me when the Rohirrim left. That was a hard time for me with Theodred asking for me as his wife and little Eomer leaving, I needed you!"
"I am so sorry Ciara."
"Not good enough, Boromir." Ciara sniffed and turned into her room, slamming the door behind her so Boromir could not see the tears that were threatening to fall. She felt bad that she had let her emotions take hold and did not fully mean all of the things she had said to Boromir.
Boromir stood staring at the door debating mentally whether he should knock or leave. He chose the latter.
"She's right you know." Faramir had heard the whole conversation from his open door and was know standing, watching Boromir.
"I know." Boromir nodded and headed towards his room.
"Don't let her slip to far away, you might wake up one day and find that she's not here any more." Faramir warned and Boromir stalked off down the hall, his ego and pride hurt at the harsh words and warnings heeded to him tonight, though he knew they were all correct.
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