Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings! What do I have to do to
get it through your head?
I own everyone I make up (obviously.)
Authors note: Another chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy it. But a
warning, my next chapter is going to be evil! Thanks to everyone who
has reviewed my story. You made my day!
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Chapter 8
Minas Tirith...
When Katalia awoke, it was daylight already, the sun shining in the East window. A women came into her room carrying a tray of food. "Good morning miss." Said the woman as she laid down the tray on a table. "Did you have a good sleep? My name is Helluin."
"Yes, thank you. I'm Katalia."
"Hello Katalia. Lord Faramir sent me here. I here you are going to meet Lord Denethor today. Do you have a dress to wear?"
"I'm am borrowing one to wear today. But no, technically I don't have any dresses."
"That won't do, you being off to see Lord Denethor and all." She paused, "Tell you what, how would you like it if I were to give you some dresses to wear everyday? My daughter is a little taller than you. I could give you her old dresses she's outgrown most of them anyway."
"Thank you. That will be wonderful."
"They'll do till I can make you some proper clothes, I'll send someone to bring them by later today."
"Thanks again." Katalia said as Helluin left the room.
After she had eaten breakfast, Baragon came. "Good morning." said Katalia cheerfully, her stomach pleasantly full.
"Same to you, I've brought a dress." Katalia rose and Baragon laid everything in her arms. Katalia looked at the dress gasping as she did, it was so beautiful. Dark blue in color with silver embroidery on the end of the sleeves and dress, the sleeves were large at the ends. For her waist there was also a belt, colored silver with sapphires embedded into it.
"Do you like it?" Baragon asked.
"It's so beautiful. Does your sister always wear dresses like these?" asked Katalia.
Baragon chuckled. "No. Hers are usually plainer. But, they do have one or two dresses like this. Our cousin is Lady Eowyn of Rohan and she like spoiling them with dresses." Katalia slipped into the bathroom that was located right next door.
"How are you related to her?" she asked through the door.
"She mother was my mother's sister."
"Was?"
Baragon was silent for a moment, "She died half a year ago." he said softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry." replied Katalia, she stepped out of the room, her hands self-consciously fiddling with the trim. "Do I look all right?"
Baragon was starring at her, she took his breath away. Her hair was down and fell in waves around her shoulders. Her eyes looked even bluer then ever. "You look wonderful, a true lady of Gondor." he took a few steps over to her. "Oh, and this is for you too, to complete the outfit of course." said Baragon as he held out a necklace. "It was my mothers she gave it to me. I'd like you to have it."
"Thank you so much." she replied with awe as she fastened it around her neck. The necklace was beautiful. It bore a single charm, a flower with sapphires for the petals, and opal center, and had two green leaves.
"When are you going to see Lord Denethor?" asked Baragon as he picked up a stray biscuit from her breakfast trey, munching on it hungrily.
"In the early afternoon. Baragon." She looked in the mirror once more, admiring her attire, Her gaze caught sight of the city outside the window. "Can you show me around the city?
Please?"
"It would be my pleasure." he said with a smile.
"Thanks."
Baragon showed her the sites of the city, traveling on all seven levels of the White City. The time passed by quickly. It seemed like no time at all when Katalia had to go to see Denethor. As they got closer Katalia became more and more nervous. She started to sweat. When they got there, Baragon looked down at her. He sensed nervousness so he took her hand and squeezed it and said, "You'll be fine. I'll see you at your room in an hour and a half. Then I can show you the rest of the sights."
"What if he thinks I'm an enemy?" she asked, her eyes strayed to the heavy wooden door.
"He won't. I'm sure he'll be just as charmed with you as I am. Don't worry, just go."
"All right." Katalia said, she reluctantly released his hand and walked into the room. She saw people at the other end of the room. One was Faramir, another was a hobbit, then there was an old man who had a staff, and in a stone chair nearby was seated a man, she figured he must be Denethor. Katalia approached slowly. She was blushing all over, she could feel the blood rush to her face. When she stood before them, Faramir introduced her to everybody. Then Denethor started questioning her. He asked her about her home. She didn't want to answer where she came from they most likely wouldn't believe her. Denethor wore a haughty look as he looked down upon her, she twirled a stray piece of her hair. Gandalf spoke up. "Denethor, stop questioning the poor girl about her home. She misses her family, can't you see that? Also if being a prisoner of
the southernlings isn't enough evidence for you, it certainly is enough for me!"
Denethor just stared at him before returning his gaze to Katalia, "I hear you were fighting. My son should never have allowed a lady to fight." he said as he shot a glance at Faramir. She didn't want Faramir to get in trouble. All of a sudden she knelt and said, "Faramir did not know I was fighting. Please do not blame him. I wanted to fight and consider me a friend of Gondor. I promise to do you bidding no matter what. The only thing I will have the right not to is if you or anybody else is asking me anything about my home. It makes me upset to think and talk about home."
Denethor looked at her in surprise, replying hesitantly, "Well then, Lady Katalia, you are
dismissed. I name you friend of Gondor and my first command to you shall be, that, as long as I live, you will not fight in another battle."
Katalia looked up at him relieved. He approved of her. But she was also angry that she seemed to have proved nothing and that she couldn't prove anything. When she got back to her room, Baragon was there, sitting on her bed. Laying on a chair were some more dresses.
"Baragon! He approved of me!" Katalia shouted happily.
"I told you he would." Baragon smiled, he patted his knee, then rose. "Would you like to meet my family Katalia?"
"Id love to." Katalia replied, they left the room and began walking through the streets.
They walked for a little stretch when a voice called, "Is that my 18 year old nephew?"
Katalia looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Eighteen?"
Baragon smiled and said, "I was teasing you when I said I was twenty. I didn't expect you to believe me!"
Just then a middle aged woman came out. "Baragon! I knew it was you!" said she as she hugged him, pulling away she squeezed his hand, her gaze fell upon Katalia. . She grinned mischievously, "But who is this, my dear nephew, a maiden fair?"
Baragon blushed a light shade of red before answering, "Aunt Sevein, this is Katalia. She's is the one we took from the Southernlings in Ithilien."
Aunt Sevein smiled and said, "Greetings Katalia."
"Hello Lady Sevein." said Katalia.
"You can just call me Aunt Sevein like everybody else." replied the woman with a jovial laugh.
Two children came running toward. "Baragon help me! Baranon is trying to get me!" Screeched girl she looked to be around two or three. She and blond, curly hair and the same color green eyes as Baragon.
Baragon picked her up in his arms and said, "Laurelin I want you to meet Katalia."
"Hello Katalia." said the little girl. Aunt Sevein ushered them inside where upon entering a little boy said, "I'm Baranon."
"Hi." Katalia said, taking the boy's outstretched hand in a firm shake.
"Would you like to play with us?" asked Baranon, his dark eyes shining.
"Sure. What are you guys playing?"
"Guys?" said everyone.
"Never mind." she muttered.
"We're throwing a ball around. Come, let's go play!" shouted Baranon.
"Okay." She said as she and Baragon were practically dragged outside. After they had been playing ball for an hour and a half or so, they came back in.
"Forgive me, but I'm sire you'd like to meet Telperion?" Baragon asked.
She nodded, the games had taken her breath away.
"Come on, she's in here." he said as he lead her to a room. The door opened into a spacious room, furnished lightly with a small chest and a bed. Laying in the bed was a pale girl, with looks similar to that of her brother. For one so ill, she had a pleasant smile, and inviting eyes, they sparkled with excitement.
"Telperion, this is Katalia." Baragon said, they walked over to the
bed.
Telperion smiled and said, "Welcome to my domain." she said, her slender hand gesturing to the room. "I hear you were in the battle at Osgiliath but my brother made you leave."
Baragon left the room he didn't want to hear this again. Katalia and Telperion talked for at least an hour or so about all different sorts of things, they got along right away. A knock was heard at the door, it was Baragon.
"Ladies?" he peeked his head in.
"Baragon, what are we having for dinner?" Katalia asked.
"Dinner! You have the wrong meal. I think you mean supper." Baragon said.
Katalia blushed, "Sorry."
After supper, Baragon had to leave for a little while. "I'll be back in an hour or so." he then walked out of the room.
Katalia spent that hour with Baranon and Laurelin. She also talked to Aunt Sevein and his father when he came home. When Baragon came back, after conversing with his Aunt, he turned to Katalia and said, "Katalia, I haven't showed you the gardens yet. Would you like to see them?" Baragon asked.
"All right." Katalia said, she rose from the table and he draped a brown cloak over her shoulders.
Once they had said their good byes, they headed off. "Come Katalia." said Baragon as he took her hand and raced off in the direction of the gardens.
"Baragon! I'm in a dress I can't run!" Katalia shouted.
His pace slowed, he looked back sheepishly, "Sorry, I forgot."
"That's why it's so much easier to wear pants." grumbled Katalia.
Darkness had settled, and the moon reflected on the fountains and flowers. Baragon stopped, looking at her in the moon's light. She looked so beautiful. "You don't like wearing dresses?"
"I like dresses. It's just you can do so much more things in pants." she paused, her eyes taking in the sight around her. "It's so beautiful here!"
"I know, I like to steal away here sometimes, just to watch the life in this garden."
They walked on together in silence for a while, the Baragon said, "Katalia, I go to battle with Lord Faramir tomorrow. We're going to try to reclaim Osgilaith. It will be a hard fight, many of us will not return, will you come visit my family to keep them company for me?"
Katalia stopped walking, "You won't die! You can't." Katalia had become friends with Baragon in such a short amount of time. It saddened her to know he might die. But he couldn't.
Baragon drew her into his arms, staring deeply into her eyes. "Don't worry I'll be fine.
Just help Aunt Sevein with the children. Please?"
"I will. I promise." She whispered, forcing herself not to cry.
He smiled, "You better go in for the night. I leave tomorrow morning I don't not
think I will be able to see you."
"All right. Man du." (good night.) She said. Baragon squeezed her hand.
"Man du."
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I hope you guys liked that chapter. You better review! Or else...
Thanks again to everyone who had reviewed and to my wonderful beta reader Elessar*Lover.
Namarie,
Katalia
get it through your head?
I own everyone I make up (obviously.)
Authors note: Another chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy it. But a
warning, my next chapter is going to be evil! Thanks to everyone who
has reviewed my story. You made my day!
*************************************************************
Chapter 8
Minas Tirith...
When Katalia awoke, it was daylight already, the sun shining in the East window. A women came into her room carrying a tray of food. "Good morning miss." Said the woman as she laid down the tray on a table. "Did you have a good sleep? My name is Helluin."
"Yes, thank you. I'm Katalia."
"Hello Katalia. Lord Faramir sent me here. I here you are going to meet Lord Denethor today. Do you have a dress to wear?"
"I'm am borrowing one to wear today. But no, technically I don't have any dresses."
"That won't do, you being off to see Lord Denethor and all." She paused, "Tell you what, how would you like it if I were to give you some dresses to wear everyday? My daughter is a little taller than you. I could give you her old dresses she's outgrown most of them anyway."
"Thank you. That will be wonderful."
"They'll do till I can make you some proper clothes, I'll send someone to bring them by later today."
"Thanks again." Katalia said as Helluin left the room.
After she had eaten breakfast, Baragon came. "Good morning." said Katalia cheerfully, her stomach pleasantly full.
"Same to you, I've brought a dress." Katalia rose and Baragon laid everything in her arms. Katalia looked at the dress gasping as she did, it was so beautiful. Dark blue in color with silver embroidery on the end of the sleeves and dress, the sleeves were large at the ends. For her waist there was also a belt, colored silver with sapphires embedded into it.
"Do you like it?" Baragon asked.
"It's so beautiful. Does your sister always wear dresses like these?" asked Katalia.
Baragon chuckled. "No. Hers are usually plainer. But, they do have one or two dresses like this. Our cousin is Lady Eowyn of Rohan and she like spoiling them with dresses." Katalia slipped into the bathroom that was located right next door.
"How are you related to her?" she asked through the door.
"She mother was my mother's sister."
"Was?"
Baragon was silent for a moment, "She died half a year ago." he said softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry." replied Katalia, she stepped out of the room, her hands self-consciously fiddling with the trim. "Do I look all right?"
Baragon was starring at her, she took his breath away. Her hair was down and fell in waves around her shoulders. Her eyes looked even bluer then ever. "You look wonderful, a true lady of Gondor." he took a few steps over to her. "Oh, and this is for you too, to complete the outfit of course." said Baragon as he held out a necklace. "It was my mothers she gave it to me. I'd like you to have it."
"Thank you so much." she replied with awe as she fastened it around her neck. The necklace was beautiful. It bore a single charm, a flower with sapphires for the petals, and opal center, and had two green leaves.
"When are you going to see Lord Denethor?" asked Baragon as he picked up a stray biscuit from her breakfast trey, munching on it hungrily.
"In the early afternoon. Baragon." She looked in the mirror once more, admiring her attire, Her gaze caught sight of the city outside the window. "Can you show me around the city?
Please?"
"It would be my pleasure." he said with a smile.
"Thanks."
Baragon showed her the sites of the city, traveling on all seven levels of the White City. The time passed by quickly. It seemed like no time at all when Katalia had to go to see Denethor. As they got closer Katalia became more and more nervous. She started to sweat. When they got there, Baragon looked down at her. He sensed nervousness so he took her hand and squeezed it and said, "You'll be fine. I'll see you at your room in an hour and a half. Then I can show you the rest of the sights."
"What if he thinks I'm an enemy?" she asked, her eyes strayed to the heavy wooden door.
"He won't. I'm sure he'll be just as charmed with you as I am. Don't worry, just go."
"All right." Katalia said, she reluctantly released his hand and walked into the room. She saw people at the other end of the room. One was Faramir, another was a hobbit, then there was an old man who had a staff, and in a stone chair nearby was seated a man, she figured he must be Denethor. Katalia approached slowly. She was blushing all over, she could feel the blood rush to her face. When she stood before them, Faramir introduced her to everybody. Then Denethor started questioning her. He asked her about her home. She didn't want to answer where she came from they most likely wouldn't believe her. Denethor wore a haughty look as he looked down upon her, she twirled a stray piece of her hair. Gandalf spoke up. "Denethor, stop questioning the poor girl about her home. She misses her family, can't you see that? Also if being a prisoner of
the southernlings isn't enough evidence for you, it certainly is enough for me!"
Denethor just stared at him before returning his gaze to Katalia, "I hear you were fighting. My son should never have allowed a lady to fight." he said as he shot a glance at Faramir. She didn't want Faramir to get in trouble. All of a sudden she knelt and said, "Faramir did not know I was fighting. Please do not blame him. I wanted to fight and consider me a friend of Gondor. I promise to do you bidding no matter what. The only thing I will have the right not to is if you or anybody else is asking me anything about my home. It makes me upset to think and talk about home."
Denethor looked at her in surprise, replying hesitantly, "Well then, Lady Katalia, you are
dismissed. I name you friend of Gondor and my first command to you shall be, that, as long as I live, you will not fight in another battle."
Katalia looked up at him relieved. He approved of her. But she was also angry that she seemed to have proved nothing and that she couldn't prove anything. When she got back to her room, Baragon was there, sitting on her bed. Laying on a chair were some more dresses.
"Baragon! He approved of me!" Katalia shouted happily.
"I told you he would." Baragon smiled, he patted his knee, then rose. "Would you like to meet my family Katalia?"
"Id love to." Katalia replied, they left the room and began walking through the streets.
They walked for a little stretch when a voice called, "Is that my 18 year old nephew?"
Katalia looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Eighteen?"
Baragon smiled and said, "I was teasing you when I said I was twenty. I didn't expect you to believe me!"
Just then a middle aged woman came out. "Baragon! I knew it was you!" said she as she hugged him, pulling away she squeezed his hand, her gaze fell upon Katalia. . She grinned mischievously, "But who is this, my dear nephew, a maiden fair?"
Baragon blushed a light shade of red before answering, "Aunt Sevein, this is Katalia. She's is the one we took from the Southernlings in Ithilien."
Aunt Sevein smiled and said, "Greetings Katalia."
"Hello Lady Sevein." said Katalia.
"You can just call me Aunt Sevein like everybody else." replied the woman with a jovial laugh.
Two children came running toward. "Baragon help me! Baranon is trying to get me!" Screeched girl she looked to be around two or three. She and blond, curly hair and the same color green eyes as Baragon.
Baragon picked her up in his arms and said, "Laurelin I want you to meet Katalia."
"Hello Katalia." said the little girl. Aunt Sevein ushered them inside where upon entering a little boy said, "I'm Baranon."
"Hi." Katalia said, taking the boy's outstretched hand in a firm shake.
"Would you like to play with us?" asked Baranon, his dark eyes shining.
"Sure. What are you guys playing?"
"Guys?" said everyone.
"Never mind." she muttered.
"We're throwing a ball around. Come, let's go play!" shouted Baranon.
"Okay." She said as she and Baragon were practically dragged outside. After they had been playing ball for an hour and a half or so, they came back in.
"Forgive me, but I'm sire you'd like to meet Telperion?" Baragon asked.
She nodded, the games had taken her breath away.
"Come on, she's in here." he said as he lead her to a room. The door opened into a spacious room, furnished lightly with a small chest and a bed. Laying in the bed was a pale girl, with looks similar to that of her brother. For one so ill, she had a pleasant smile, and inviting eyes, they sparkled with excitement.
"Telperion, this is Katalia." Baragon said, they walked over to the
bed.
Telperion smiled and said, "Welcome to my domain." she said, her slender hand gesturing to the room. "I hear you were in the battle at Osgiliath but my brother made you leave."
Baragon left the room he didn't want to hear this again. Katalia and Telperion talked for at least an hour or so about all different sorts of things, they got along right away. A knock was heard at the door, it was Baragon.
"Ladies?" he peeked his head in.
"Baragon, what are we having for dinner?" Katalia asked.
"Dinner! You have the wrong meal. I think you mean supper." Baragon said.
Katalia blushed, "Sorry."
After supper, Baragon had to leave for a little while. "I'll be back in an hour or so." he then walked out of the room.
Katalia spent that hour with Baranon and Laurelin. She also talked to Aunt Sevein and his father when he came home. When Baragon came back, after conversing with his Aunt, he turned to Katalia and said, "Katalia, I haven't showed you the gardens yet. Would you like to see them?" Baragon asked.
"All right." Katalia said, she rose from the table and he draped a brown cloak over her shoulders.
Once they had said their good byes, they headed off. "Come Katalia." said Baragon as he took her hand and raced off in the direction of the gardens.
"Baragon! I'm in a dress I can't run!" Katalia shouted.
His pace slowed, he looked back sheepishly, "Sorry, I forgot."
"That's why it's so much easier to wear pants." grumbled Katalia.
Darkness had settled, and the moon reflected on the fountains and flowers. Baragon stopped, looking at her in the moon's light. She looked so beautiful. "You don't like wearing dresses?"
"I like dresses. It's just you can do so much more things in pants." she paused, her eyes taking in the sight around her. "It's so beautiful here!"
"I know, I like to steal away here sometimes, just to watch the life in this garden."
They walked on together in silence for a while, the Baragon said, "Katalia, I go to battle with Lord Faramir tomorrow. We're going to try to reclaim Osgilaith. It will be a hard fight, many of us will not return, will you come visit my family to keep them company for me?"
Katalia stopped walking, "You won't die! You can't." Katalia had become friends with Baragon in such a short amount of time. It saddened her to know he might die. But he couldn't.
Baragon drew her into his arms, staring deeply into her eyes. "Don't worry I'll be fine.
Just help Aunt Sevein with the children. Please?"
"I will. I promise." She whispered, forcing herself not to cry.
He smiled, "You better go in for the night. I leave tomorrow morning I don't not
think I will be able to see you."
"All right. Man du." (good night.) She said. Baragon squeezed her hand.
"Man du."
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I hope you guys liked that chapter. You better review! Or else...
Thanks again to everyone who had reviewed and to my wonderful beta reader Elessar*Lover.
Namarie,
Katalia