Fifth Month, 2nd day
We were all partying late last night, (so late that virtually nobody is up now). Faramir sat to Aragorn's right as the Steward of Gondor always does, and I sat to Faramir's right with my brother on my other side. Mithrandir was on Aragorn's left followed by Gimli and assorted hobbits and Prince Imrahil and his family. I noticed my brother studiously avoided Lothíriel's gaze. She did the same, they were still angry with each other over the argument they'd been having earlier. It took a great deal to prevent me from laughing over this. Then, a rather tipsy King Aragorn decided to poke fun at his guests. My brother (in a near drunken state himself) eagerly joined in. Aragorn's first victim was Lothíriel (or Lothy as Faramir calls her) because she was so very quiet-he asked her if she was scared. Apparently it never occurred to him she and I were the only women there. She then snapped she was not scared in the slightest, only thinking. He then laughed and asked what she was contemplating on.
"I don't know what you find so funny Aragorn. I may not be a beautiful elf- maiden or a brave princess who killed a witch king, but that does not mean I am stupid or a push-over." She said with a hint of anger in her voice. Fortunately her father was somewhere else with Mithrandir at the moment. Some of the men laughed, but neither Faramir nor Eomer did. I was curious as to that, for I thought Eomer would've laughed at her. I did not have much time to contemplate this though, because my brother got up for more wine just as Aragorn started to focus on his Steward.
"You know Faramir," he said with a laugh, "I never understood why you did not choose someone from Numenor for your future wife. I mean, sure Éowyn's beautiful, but she's not-"
At that Faramir started to say something, but I slammed my fist on the table rattling everything with my blow. "I AM NOT WEAK!" I screamed. Everyone turned in my direction in surprise. I stood up and Faramir did too.
"My King," Faramir said with a hint of resentment, "I suggest you go sleep off this wine before something else happens. I understand you are under a lot of stress, but that is no excuse to lash out at your friends."
He then firmly gripped my arm and escorted me out, my brother and Lothy followed quickly. I soon realized we were heading to the library.
"I apologize for his behavior." Said Faramir once the door had shut behind us. He sighed, "He's under a lot of stress. Rumors abound that his princess has chosen to go West instead of staying here for him. His friend Legolas and Princess Arwen's brothers have chosen to go to Lothlorien to investigate this. He also never wanted to be King of Gondor, just like I never wanted to be Steward."
"And I never wanted to be King of Rohan." Said my brother sobering up.
"That doesn't give him reason to lash out at his friends who have done nothing but support him." Said Lothy who was very hurt.
"No, it does not, but we have to cut him some slack." Said Faramir. "I know how he feels."
"But you never lashed out at me or Merry." I complain.
"Being King is not the same as Steward, and he has depended on Arwen for a long time. For her to give him up would be a great blow. Even if I thought you did not love me Éowyn, at least I knew you would be there for me. He does not even have that assurance."
My brother nodded, "He will have some slack... THIS time." He finished marching out of the room in a huff.
Lothíriel was still there, "You may be able to forgive him cousin, but it will take me awhile to do so. He had no right to say what he did. Aragorn obviously has something against women, strong women anyway. Or maybe, he just hates the race of men in general and only like elves." She said bitterly.
"We should not-" Faramir began.
"I have long wondered at such things myself in my travels with him. I am sorry Faramir, but I think she is right." I reply.
"Perhaps that is the case, but I cannot choose sides, I am the Steward of Gondor. I am duty bound to defend him and his actions." He said sadly.
"We are not blaming you, only him for not showing more self-restraint." I respond.
After that we all separated. I did not dare stay with Faramir alone, because Gondorians are so suspicious about betrothed couples doing things they're not supposed to. In my country we do not care so much.
Now that I think back on the actions of everyone last night I begin to wonder if everything is a right in the world as people would like to think. Will Aragorn be a good King? Will we be able to forgive him? Does my brother hate or love Lothíriel? Will Arwen stay for Aragorn? Will I get along with her?
I look at these questions and I do not have a good answer for any of them....
Fifth month 3rd day
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and I saw my face is too thin, my hair (obviously) isn't brown, my eyes are a little too large, and in general I am far too thin. I don't know why Faramir even likes me, because I'm certainly nothing to look at. Its no wonder that Aragorn rejected me. In comparison to Arwen I must be a ugly, dirty un-educated peasant. Even in comparison to Aragorn I feel inadequate because he knows so much more than me. I cannot even begin to compete with my future husband's intellect, he's just too smart for anyone to beat, even Aragorn. But, Arwen had the libraries of Rivendell at her disposal for thousands of years, surely she is more learned than any of us. The only thing I can hope to best her with is the sword. She could probably beat me hands down with the bow.
Just thinking these things makes want to go crawl under a rock and hide, never to return. I feel so unclassed beside the great of Middle Earth. Why does anyone put up with me? Eomer is pounding on the door telling me its time for breakfast. Must go......
A/N: Well, hope you liked it!
We were all partying late last night, (so late that virtually nobody is up now). Faramir sat to Aragorn's right as the Steward of Gondor always does, and I sat to Faramir's right with my brother on my other side. Mithrandir was on Aragorn's left followed by Gimli and assorted hobbits and Prince Imrahil and his family. I noticed my brother studiously avoided Lothíriel's gaze. She did the same, they were still angry with each other over the argument they'd been having earlier. It took a great deal to prevent me from laughing over this. Then, a rather tipsy King Aragorn decided to poke fun at his guests. My brother (in a near drunken state himself) eagerly joined in. Aragorn's first victim was Lothíriel (or Lothy as Faramir calls her) because she was so very quiet-he asked her if she was scared. Apparently it never occurred to him she and I were the only women there. She then snapped she was not scared in the slightest, only thinking. He then laughed and asked what she was contemplating on.
"I don't know what you find so funny Aragorn. I may not be a beautiful elf- maiden or a brave princess who killed a witch king, but that does not mean I am stupid or a push-over." She said with a hint of anger in her voice. Fortunately her father was somewhere else with Mithrandir at the moment. Some of the men laughed, but neither Faramir nor Eomer did. I was curious as to that, for I thought Eomer would've laughed at her. I did not have much time to contemplate this though, because my brother got up for more wine just as Aragorn started to focus on his Steward.
"You know Faramir," he said with a laugh, "I never understood why you did not choose someone from Numenor for your future wife. I mean, sure Éowyn's beautiful, but she's not-"
At that Faramir started to say something, but I slammed my fist on the table rattling everything with my blow. "I AM NOT WEAK!" I screamed. Everyone turned in my direction in surprise. I stood up and Faramir did too.
"My King," Faramir said with a hint of resentment, "I suggest you go sleep off this wine before something else happens. I understand you are under a lot of stress, but that is no excuse to lash out at your friends."
He then firmly gripped my arm and escorted me out, my brother and Lothy followed quickly. I soon realized we were heading to the library.
"I apologize for his behavior." Said Faramir once the door had shut behind us. He sighed, "He's under a lot of stress. Rumors abound that his princess has chosen to go West instead of staying here for him. His friend Legolas and Princess Arwen's brothers have chosen to go to Lothlorien to investigate this. He also never wanted to be King of Gondor, just like I never wanted to be Steward."
"And I never wanted to be King of Rohan." Said my brother sobering up.
"That doesn't give him reason to lash out at his friends who have done nothing but support him." Said Lothy who was very hurt.
"No, it does not, but we have to cut him some slack." Said Faramir. "I know how he feels."
"But you never lashed out at me or Merry." I complain.
"Being King is not the same as Steward, and he has depended on Arwen for a long time. For her to give him up would be a great blow. Even if I thought you did not love me Éowyn, at least I knew you would be there for me. He does not even have that assurance."
My brother nodded, "He will have some slack... THIS time." He finished marching out of the room in a huff.
Lothíriel was still there, "You may be able to forgive him cousin, but it will take me awhile to do so. He had no right to say what he did. Aragorn obviously has something against women, strong women anyway. Or maybe, he just hates the race of men in general and only like elves." She said bitterly.
"We should not-" Faramir began.
"I have long wondered at such things myself in my travels with him. I am sorry Faramir, but I think she is right." I reply.
"Perhaps that is the case, but I cannot choose sides, I am the Steward of Gondor. I am duty bound to defend him and his actions." He said sadly.
"We are not blaming you, only him for not showing more self-restraint." I respond.
After that we all separated. I did not dare stay with Faramir alone, because Gondorians are so suspicious about betrothed couples doing things they're not supposed to. In my country we do not care so much.
Now that I think back on the actions of everyone last night I begin to wonder if everything is a right in the world as people would like to think. Will Aragorn be a good King? Will we be able to forgive him? Does my brother hate or love Lothíriel? Will Arwen stay for Aragorn? Will I get along with her?
I look at these questions and I do not have a good answer for any of them....
Fifth month 3rd day
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and I saw my face is too thin, my hair (obviously) isn't brown, my eyes are a little too large, and in general I am far too thin. I don't know why Faramir even likes me, because I'm certainly nothing to look at. Its no wonder that Aragorn rejected me. In comparison to Arwen I must be a ugly, dirty un-educated peasant. Even in comparison to Aragorn I feel inadequate because he knows so much more than me. I cannot even begin to compete with my future husband's intellect, he's just too smart for anyone to beat, even Aragorn. But, Arwen had the libraries of Rivendell at her disposal for thousands of years, surely she is more learned than any of us. The only thing I can hope to best her with is the sword. She could probably beat me hands down with the bow.
Just thinking these things makes want to go crawl under a rock and hide, never to return. I feel so unclassed beside the great of Middle Earth. Why does anyone put up with me? Eomer is pounding on the door telling me its time for breakfast. Must go......
A/N: Well, hope you liked it!