Scholar: Yes, we've all been there with the embarrassment! Glad you enjoyed the chapter
Neesh: Sorry about the wait, there is more on the heels of this chapter
Michelle: Thanks for the review. I'm glad you enjoyed it
Ceylon: No no, I loved your detailed review.
More is coming, sooner than later. I wanted to post this rather short chapter now to get the 'cliffhanger' effect. The next chapter will be up in a day or so
The rangers rode on through the night. At the head was one who at first glance appeared like Boromir of Gondor, but a closer examination showed it to be his brother, the lord Faramir. The men were anxious to be home, for they had not had a night's sleep on a real bed, or eaten a meal prepared by a woman in many months.
A woman. That was the real urge the men felt. Many had wives waiting, or others. Faramir himself had no lady.
Only recently he had thought of marrying the Lady Eowyn of Rohan, desiring to fulfill the expectations that he and Boromir had awakened.
And find relief for himself. Not of the urges of which men often spoke, nor of the fancy to have a pretty woman with a fine figure as his prize. No matter for that, for the Lady Eowyn was rather pale, and rough in her active lifestyle. She also wept frequently. It was not her beauty. He had seen fairer ladies in his life and in his younger years had spent a good deal of attention to them. But with age he saw that a fine figure and a pretty face, no matter how he justified his attention by exaggerating her character, invariably smote his heart when she sickened of his attention and sought the next handsome man that entered their social circle. In time. none sought him even to use him, for Boromir was the prize, since it was assumed he was the first to marry.
Then he had met Eowyn and wished to make her sadness disappear. That pity turned into a fancy, and then a hope. Then, when the proposal was sent forth, he prepared himself to love her. Yet the hopes were unfulfilled.
Faramir did not dwell on these thoughts and he rode faster when he saw the familiar rise. Within moments, he saw what he had long desired on the cold nights by the Forbidden Pool.
The White Tower of Minas Tirith
Faramir dismounted and was unable to even catch his breath before Boromir was upon him, and the brothers warmly embraced.
"What news of Ithilien?" Boromir inquired.
"Not much that is new," Faramir replied. "However I'm sure father will want a report."
"Indeed," Boromir looked at his brother mischievously, "and you will need one from me."
"Oh?" Faramir asked.
"About our visitors from Rohan."
And Boromir smiled at his brother's expression.
Neesh: Sorry about the wait, there is more on the heels of this chapter
Michelle: Thanks for the review. I'm glad you enjoyed it
Ceylon: No no, I loved your detailed review.
More is coming, sooner than later. I wanted to post this rather short chapter now to get the 'cliffhanger' effect. The next chapter will be up in a day or so
The rangers rode on through the night. At the head was one who at first glance appeared like Boromir of Gondor, but a closer examination showed it to be his brother, the lord Faramir. The men were anxious to be home, for they had not had a night's sleep on a real bed, or eaten a meal prepared by a woman in many months.
A woman. That was the real urge the men felt. Many had wives waiting, or others. Faramir himself had no lady.
Only recently he had thought of marrying the Lady Eowyn of Rohan, desiring to fulfill the expectations that he and Boromir had awakened.
And find relief for himself. Not of the urges of which men often spoke, nor of the fancy to have a pretty woman with a fine figure as his prize. No matter for that, for the Lady Eowyn was rather pale, and rough in her active lifestyle. She also wept frequently. It was not her beauty. He had seen fairer ladies in his life and in his younger years had spent a good deal of attention to them. But with age he saw that a fine figure and a pretty face, no matter how he justified his attention by exaggerating her character, invariably smote his heart when she sickened of his attention and sought the next handsome man that entered their social circle. In time. none sought him even to use him, for Boromir was the prize, since it was assumed he was the first to marry.
Then he had met Eowyn and wished to make her sadness disappear. That pity turned into a fancy, and then a hope. Then, when the proposal was sent forth, he prepared himself to love her. Yet the hopes were unfulfilled.
Faramir did not dwell on these thoughts and he rode faster when he saw the familiar rise. Within moments, he saw what he had long desired on the cold nights by the Forbidden Pool.
The White Tower of Minas Tirith
Faramir dismounted and was unable to even catch his breath before Boromir was upon him, and the brothers warmly embraced.
"What news of Ithilien?" Boromir inquired.
"Not much that is new," Faramir replied. "However I'm sure father will want a report."
"Indeed," Boromir looked at his brother mischievously, "and you will need one from me."
"Oh?" Faramir asked.
"About our visitors from Rohan."
And Boromir smiled at his brother's expression.