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Authoress Note: So, I know it's been ages since you last heard from me. I swear I live and I'm going to start working on this story again. My excuse would be...school...and that's about it. So, sorry about that and please, drop a review!
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Ciara sat in the kitchen with the rest of the servants in the kitchen talking among them. Suddenly, Eomer burst through the doors. Ciara sighed, annoyed at the intrusion of her time to relax.
"Moriana, come now!" Eomer waved her over to him.
"What?" Moriana forgot her formality for the moment and let her curiosity take over.
"Come with me." Eomer grabbed her arm and led her down the halls to his room. Moriana was dragged into his room and he led her to his bed, "Put this on." Eomer grabbed a gorgeous royal blue robe off the bed and shoved it into Ciara's arms.
"Why?"
"Just, put it on!" Eomer turned her toward the bathing room and gave her a shove. Ciara, influenced by his hurried actions rushed into the bathing room and nearly jumped into the gorgeous gown. She ran out of the bathing room to implore Eomer's help with the strings that tied the dress in the back, "Eomer, help me." Ciara turned so Eomer could lace the strings up, surprising well too.
"Can I just ask why?"
"Here's your shoes, and some jewelry." Eomer handed Ciara a beautiful necklace of the rarest gems. Ciara stopped asking and put these jewels on. Eomer rushed to his door and opened it, he pulled in Hallas, who had apparently been waiting in the hall, "Hurry and do her hair!" Eomer closed the door quickly behind Hallas. Ciara sat in a chair that Eomer pulled over to his wardrobe and Hallas quickly and expertly braided Ciara's hair in a very formal style.
"Will you explain this to me now?" Ciara was beginning to feel very frustrated about this situation.
"Give me your foot." Eomer ignored her question.
"What?"
"Your foot!"
Ciara stuck her leg out so her foot was available to Eomer, he quickly unlocked the chain he had placed there earlier and tossed it into his messy wardrobe. Ciara was more curious than ever now.
"Are you done yet?" Eomer asked Hallas.
"Yes, yes, I just finished." Hallas stepped back from Ciara and gave her a quick wink before leaving the two.
"Good, you're ready to go." Eomer nodded.
"I'm leaving? Someone came to get me?! Who is it-"
"No, there is no one here for you. Why would anyone come after their servant?" Eomer shook his head. Though suddenly an idea just popped into his head. Ciara suddenly took on a new presence in this formal outfit, her posture and stance seemed to imitate someone who was very used to wearing these kinds of clothes. No normal servant would be that comfortable in an outfit that formal. And her request about someone coming to get her was odd too, she should have known that. Eomer didn't have time to question though.
"Sit, while I get ready." Eomer commanded and grabbed an outfit that was lain out for him. Ciara waited impatiently while Eomer dressed himself in record time.
"Okay, let's go." Eomer grabbed Ciara's hand and pulled her out of his room.
"What are we doing?!" Ciara demanded.
"We are going to a feast, you are going to accompany me and I don't want to say anything to anyone, let me do all the talking. Stay be me the whole night and make it look like we're suppose to be together, like we've been together for a while. If you don't, the consequences will be dear." Eomer explained quietly and quickly as they rushed down the halls to the formal hall. Eomer linked his arm through hers as they neared the grand hall. The noise of many voices and music resonated through the halls before the two had reach the hall.
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"Where is good Eomer?" Theoden asked his son.
"I am sure he'll be here any minute, you know Eomer, he likes to make an entrance." Theodred smiled to his father.
"That lovely girl, Tindomiel is here." Theoden smiled.
"Oh, that's....nice." Theodred finished, he knew how much Eomer really did not like Tindomiel. Eomer's father had wanted Eomer to marry the daughter of his closest friend, and she just happened to be Tindomiel, to Eomer's misfortune.
Eomer and Ciara walked into the hall, late as Eomer usually is and all eyes turned to the two when they entered. Though soon eyes were shifting to the beautiful girl with Eomer, many ladies were sadly disappointed by this newest addition to Eomer's attire.
Eomer said his hellos to his friends and acquaintances as he made his way over to the royal table.
"Eomer, my boy, always making the fashionably late entrances aren't you?" Theoden smiled down at his nephew.
"This time I didn't mean to, actually. I merely forgot the gathering was tonight." Eomer smiled and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek.
"Who is the lovely lady with you? You haven't introduced us." Theodred smiled at Ciara, clearly not recognizing her as the captive.
"She's that Gondorian we captured, I'm just using her as a fake to make Tindomiel think that I am involved." Eomer whispered in Theodred's ear.
"Oh," Theodred looked at Ciara, "She dresses up well, especially for a girl from Gondor." Theodred gave a wicked smile and patted Eomer on the arm, "I bet you make good use of this one."
Ciara wanted to say something to that comment, she knew it had a wicked meaning behind it, a meaning that she had certainly thought of since Eomer had made her his servant. She held herself back because of Eomer's warning, and she wanted to stay in this outfit for as long as she could, it felt good, it felt normal. It made her think of Boromir.
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Boromir sat in Ciara's room, now Ivorwen's room, thinking of his lost sister. It had been nearly three weeks since her disappearance and he thought of her everyday. Ciara's room had been rearranged and filled with new furniture, all her clothes had been replaced with new. Boromir sighed, he missed Ciara, he missed the smallest things that he took for granted when she had been with him. He missed the way she smelled, the way she sighed when Boromir did some reckless, her preference for going barefoot in the house, the way she would rub his neck after a hard day of training. Boromir had been absolutely depressed since she left and it just seemed to get worse, not better as time went on.
Ivorwen walked in to find Boromir sitting on her bed.
"Boromir." Ivorwen had grown used to finding Boromir in her room at random times, she had grown accustomed to it now.
"Ivorwen." Boromir muttered, barely audible.
"Did you go to training today?" Ivorwen asked.
"No." Boromir shook his head, some days he was just too lost to train.
"You should have. You need to move on Boromir." Ivorwen wrapped her arm around Boromir, "You can't bring back the dead."
"She would have never had died if it hadn't been for me leading us out there." Boromir put his head in his hands, he blamed himself everyday for her death.
Ivorwen didn't say anything but silently prayed that he would move on from his mourning. Ivorwen had had her eye on Boromir since she had first come into the house as Ciara's double and now without the presence of Ciara her chances were better, or so she had thought that they would be.
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"Eomer, take your lovely lady friend here out to dance." Theoden smiled at Eomer and his beautiful date.
"No, I don't feel like dancing." Eomer shook his head, he didn't want to run into Tindomiel. Theoden shook his head and laughed.
Too bad for Eomer, Tindomiel came to find him. Eomer and Ciara were getting drinks from the servants when a girl grabbed Eomer's arm, "My Eomer!" The girl smiled.
"Hi, Tindomiel." Eomer sighed, he immediately started looking for ways out of this. Ciara just stood to his side, taking account of this situation and this girl. She was much shorter than Ciara, though most women were, and much more stocky. She had hair that reminded Ciara of the color of dying leaves on the trees, her eyes were the same mucky color. Her complexion was very pale and red, she was not at all an attractive lady.
"Will you dance with me, my Eomer?" Tindomiel smiled and her crooked teeth seemed to overwhelm her face.
"I can't." Eomer grabbed Ciara's arm and pulled her next to him, "This is Ciara, I'm here tonight with her." Eomer smiled.
Tindomiel just stared at Ciara, eyeing her up and taking in what she saw, and she did not like what she saw, "Oh, and who is this?" Tindomiel smiled and tried to be polite.
"This is Moriana, we're together." Eomer nodded.
"How long has this been going on?" Tindomiel asked, her politeness wearing thin, she had obviously been asking about Eomer's love life long before tonight, preparing.
"Just a week or so. Not very long." Eomer smiled, feeling very pleased with himself.
"It's been two weeks." Ciara cut in, this girl was out to find if Eomer was lying to her and she knew it. Ciara could feel this girl's game and there was no way she would believe Eomer unless Ciara spoke up too.
"Oh." Tindomiel shrugged. And Eomer gave Ciara a very surprised look, "Where are you from? I've never seen you before." Tindomiel had lost her polite tone and was now interrogating Ciara and Eomer.
"I'm from Arthedain. My family is new to Rohan.'' Ciara lied.
Tindomiel thought for a moment, she didn't know of the land and she didn't quite believe Ciara but she had nothing else to say, '' I'm happy for you, Eomer.'' Tindomiel gave an extremely forced smile, and she marched off.
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