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Sulaeke: Chapter Two
Upon catching up to her sister, Sulaeke asked, "Why were you so rude to them? They were helping us, you know."
"I know and I admit, I feel terrible. I guess I felt, well, like I needed to get out of there. I was embarrassed, I suppose, what with all those people staring."
"Yes, now that you mention it, I agree. Let's get home."
Sulaeke and Sadaeth entered the house and went directly to the kitchen, where they could tend to Sadaeth's wrist. Shortly after they had settled down in their chairs, Aglaron entered the room.
"What happened to your wrist?" he said in an alarmed voice.
"Some man in the village twisted it," Sadaeth responded meekly.
"Why did he do that? Why I aughta -"
"No, Aglaron, I deserved it. I was rather rude to him."
"He was even ruder to us than you were to him!" Sulaeke exclaimed.
"What did he do?"
Sulaeke relayed the story to Aglaron. "And then, just when I thought Sadaeth was done for, these two men came and saved her!"
"Oh, yes?" Aglaron said, almost mockingly.
"It's the truth! Tell him, Sadaeth!"
"It is true. They were very kind."
"Who were these two men?" he pressed, making himself some coffee.
"I do not know exactly who they were. They said their names were... oh, what were they, Sadaeth?"
"Their names were Boromir and Faramir, I believe."
Aglaron nearly spit out his coffee, only managing to swallow it at the last moment.
"Boromir and Faramir?" he repeated. "Do you not realize who you were speaking to?"
"I'm afraid we don't, Aglaron. Mind filling us in?" Sadaeth asked agitatedly.
"You had a nice little chat with the steward's sons this morning!" Aglaron revealed incredulously.
"What?!?" Sulaeke shrieked. Sadaeth's eyes widened and she slumped back in her chair, no doubt recalling the way she had spoke to them.
"Yeah," Aglaron said. "I wonder what they were doing in the third level market. I suppose they were running an errand of some sort. We do have the best market in Minas Tirith. Speaking of which, what were you girls doing in the market this morning?"
"Oh yes!" Sadaeth announced proudly. "We picked up a few gifts for you and Father." She snatched a small bag off of the counter behind her, pulling out the gorgeous knife that Sulaeke had chosen for Aglaron.
"What do you think?" Sulaeke asked expectantly, watching as Aglaron inspected his new weapon.
"It is lovely," Aglaron whispered, running his fingers up and down the silver blade. "Thank you," he said, a smile lighting up his face.
"I will take the other one to Father," Sulaeke offered, reaching into the bag and grasping the second knife.
The morning after next, Sulaeke crawled out of bed later than usual, hearing voices in the kitchen. Thinking about the possibility of visitors, she grabbed a cream colored household dress and slipped it on, just before hearing a small knock on the door.
Opening it a crack, she saw that it was only Sadaeth. Sulaeke swung the door open wider and let her sister in.
"Good news has arrived," Sadaeth announced, opening the windows in the bedroom and handing Sulaeke a hairbrush.
"What is it?" Sulaeke asked, pulling the hairbrush through her mess of snarls.
"Aglaron has been promoted to a higher rank. He is to join the Ithilien Rangers. The messenger just left a few minutes ago."
"That is wonderful! Where is he now? I would like to congratulate him."
"He is with Father in the living room. Apparently, they have already begun planning the celebrations."
"That doesn't surprise me. Could you help me with this?" Sulaeke asked, pointing a disgusted finger at her hair.
Sadaeth laughed softly. "Of course I will. Just hold still."
After Sulaeke's hair had been defeated, she ran into the living room and embraced Aglaron warmly.
"Congratulations!" she said ecstatically.
"Thank you," he laughed, twirling her around. "Perfect timing for you to have bought me that new knife."
"Yes, I imagine so. I'm so proud of you. Who is the captain of the Ithilien Rangers?"
Aglaron's face fell into a scowl. "Lord Faramir." Sulaeke's heart fluttered at his name.
"What is so bad about that?"
"I just don't understand how he can be a suitable captain at age 21! He is three years younger than I am!"
"I see," Sulaeke tried to sound miserable, for Aglaron's sake, when on the inside, she was in wonderfully good spirits. She wasn't too young for him after all!
Aglaron turned to his father. "I have to be down to the training arena soon. I had better leave now."
"You are right. We will see you at the end of the day," his father said in dismissal.
"Good luck," Sulaeke and Sadaeth said, watching as he snatched up his weaponry and headed for the door.