Lothello Mel Chapter Two
By
Scoutfan22
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Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Ok, here we go…
Oh yeah, I just saw the RotK extended edition! Faramir and Eowyn fans rejoice! Hee hee. No kiss though. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers.
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"Anariel, stop dragging behind!"
The dark-haired girl called back, "Just a moment Mama! The light on this rock is perfect!" Her grey-blue eyes moved back and forth from said rock to her sketch pad.
Eowyn chuckled to herself, then said, "Your great-uncle used to say that no one ever has time in the world to do what they want right when they want to, so they save it for later. Darling, we've only got a few more hours until we reach Minas Tirith."
She watched as her daughter reluctantly put her sketchpad away. Your father would be joining you if we had time.
Faramir stood waiting at the top of path. "Lord Faramir, we should press on." said a guard respectfully. "Don't worry, here they come." He replied, smiling, as he watched his wife and daughter come up the path. He was so blessed to have such a beautiful family.
"Well my loves, shall we move on?"
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Miriel yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat there on the wall above the gate. She had asked Bergil if he would let her keep watch, and he had agreed reluctantly. She just hoped her father wouldn't find out. The last time he did, she was restricted to the grounds for a week (in other words, grounded).
Why won't Father let me do what I want? It's not as if I can't defend myself or anything! Ugh, why does he treat me like such a child? I'm eighteen years old! Well, at least Bergil doesn't.
The real reason she was up there was because she had never met Luthwen's godparents, or their daughter, or it was more like she didn't remember. She was very young when her sister was born, and so was Eowyn and Faramir's daughter.
Her mother had said the girl was her age, born on the same day even. She wondered if she was like her mother, who had slain the Witch-King. Maybe she was more like her father—
It was at that moment that she heard someone or something approach the gate. She stood up and called in the deepest voice she could manage, "Who approaches the White City? State your name and business!"
A male voice called up to her, "It is I, the Lord Faramir, Prince of Ithilien and Steward of Gondor. Come; give me entrance to the White City, home of the Great King Elessar who smote the Enemy!"
"Just a moment!" she called and went to rouse Bergil. "Bergil, they're here. Let them in, but give me enough time to get back to my room. Then send a runner to my parent's chambers."
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Faramir smiled as his daughter gazed around, wide-eyed at the city around her. Though he loved Ithilien, it was here that he truly felt he was a son of Gondor. "What do you think my girl?"
Anariel looked at her father, eyes shining. "It's beautiful father!"
"Wait until you see it during the day." He said as they made their way past the White Tree. A few blossoms fell on his daughter's dark hair, and he grinned as she pulled them from it and tucked them into the pouch she wore at her waist. When she had time she would probably be out sketching it.
A warm hand found his own, and he found his wife beside him, her blonde hair white in the bright moonlight. Eowyn too loved this city in her own right and she seemed happy to be in it again.
As they entered the throne room, they were greeted by the king and queen, along with Legolas, Merry, Pippin and Sam. After greetings were exchanged, Faramir smiled a little sheepishly. "We're sorry to arrive at such a late hour, but we took a little longer than we had hoped."
Aragorn clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Think nothing of it, my brother. I imagine you are tired, so in the morning we shall continue our meeting at breakfast. Loreacar, show them to their lodgings."
Anariel snapped out of her wonderment and turned to follow her father when she saw someone watching her. It was a girl who looked to about as old as she was. She had long chestnut-brown hair and elven ears… but what caught her attention the most was the piercing eyes. They were deep pools of liquid brown color that seemed to shine…
And it was at that moment that Anariel, Princess of Ithilien gazed upon Miriel, Princess of Gondor and Minas Tirith.
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Finally, I finished it! Haahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
6/21/2005 1:01 PM
