Whether By Some Miracle or Saviour by Ivoryi

Chapter 2.

I know I'm sorry it's short but I've been extremely busy. Again, these first few chapters are for background but I think the story is coming along nicely.

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That week soon turned into a year. Aniviel found herself accosted by a small army the day that she mounted her horse to return to Lothlorien.

"We shall not let so beautiful a one leave our company in such a way."

"Faramir, I really have outstayed my welcome. I really must get back."

Faramir scoffed. "But what would I do without you, my love? Spend countless hours alone in my bedroom dreaming of your angelic face as my only consolation? No, that will not do."

Aniviel sighed and dismounted. Faramir always knew that guilt was her weak spot. She had let it slip in Ithilien and in true ranger fashion, he had caught it and used it against her at every possible moment. Of course, mentioning their relationship in front of her fellow men was quite embarrassing in itself.

And there was the fact that she couldn't go a day without a kiss. How un-ranger like.

Aniviel scolded herself. She had vowed that she would devote her life to the mysterious, reckless and lonely life that Aragorn had taught her. It was all she had. But seeing Arwen and Aragorn together constantly stirred a feeling inside her that she had desperately tried to hide all her life. Loneliness and longing were weaknesses. True rangers would never profess such feelings. It meant death.

A few promised weeks turned into a year and soon it was the time when leaves change into beautiful colors and fall from the sky to cover the earth with a heavenly blanket.

"Where is he? I want him now!" The hooded figure screamed and his fury echoed throughout the vast caves.

"My lord, our forces are still small, and..."

"I do not care! Just get me that throne, you conniving imbecile! I will rule and no one will stand in my way! Especially not those pathetic and weak-minded Gondorians!"

The second hooded figure glared. "Do not forget your promise. I will have what I desire as well. You could not do this without me."

"Fine. You make sure that I am sitting in that vast hall by the next change of season and I shall see that all your fleshly desires are fulfilled."

The milky black eyes of the second hooded figure glinted in the dark and without a word, he left the company of the one who he was fated to serve.