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The raven-haired Elven man walked up to her and stood looking down at her, "It is not required for you to give the prisoners treatment," he said coldly.
The young Elven woman now stood to her feet, "I could not simply walk away, he was beaten severely-I am sure that he was beaten much worse than what was necessary."
"You do not question my orders," the cold elf said, and then turning to the three elves that stood behind him he said, "Take him into my tent; for when he awakens we shall have a much needed discussion."
"Please do not bring anymore harm to him; he is wounded badly enough," she pleaded.
"And what would you care for a Gondorian prisoner?" asked the elf in a harsh voice.
"Nothing-I care nothing," she said in a low voice, with her head down.
"Good, then let me deal with him as I please," he said, turning to leave, and then he stopped and turned around again. "Fetch some water and food for the prisoners, I would not have them die of hunger or thirst."
She stared after him as he walked away, then two of the elves slung Faramir's limp arms around their shoulders and they took him to their leader's tent.
000
Eowyn was overjoyed that she was going to escape even though she couldn't help but wish that her brother Eomer was going help her escape, for she knew that it would be considerably harder to escape because Theodred would not be able to leave without Eomer knowing.
She dwelt on these thoughts as she once again made her way to the stables for that was where she spent most of her time for it was the only memory of home that she had and everyone that knew her knew that most of the time they would find her in the stables.
She was so caught up in her thoughts of escaping that she was not watching where she was going.
Suddenly, she bumped right into someone and stumbled a little.
"I am so sorry; I should have watched where I was going," she apologized.
"It is alright, it could have happened to anybody," said a calm, gentle male voice.
When he stood to his feet and turned around, Eowyn saw that he was an elf! And then she remembered Norah telling her about and Elven servant.
"This must be the elf that Norah spoke of," Eowyn thought.
When the elf saw that he was staring into the face of lady Eowyn, his expression softened even more. "It is an honor to finally meet you my lady."
Eowyn did not know exactly what to say to that, "Well it is good to finally meet you, for I found it rather peculiar that an elf dwelt in this city," she said smiling.
"I have dwelt here for almost four decades; I was a personal servant of lady Finduilas," he said.
"Well, I am glad to meet you, although I do not know your name."
"My name is Arial; but my lady, I must hurry back for I have already been gone longer than I should have, I shall look forward to seeing you again my lady," and with that he hurried off.
Eowyn watched as he hurried off. "I am afraid this may be our first and last meeting, Arial," she said, and continued on her way to the stables.
000
Boromir had not yet come out of his chambers and Denethor could not help worrying about him, so he decided to go and see his son for it upset him to see Boromir in that state.
When Boromir heard the knock on his door, he figured that it was probably one of the servants.
"What could they want?" he asked himself.
Boromir had not been this upset for a very long time, and usually it did not annoy him when servants were at the door. But that day was different-much different. Nonetheless he opened the door, and was quite surprised to see Denethor staring back at him.
"May a father have at least a moment with his son?" Denethor asked.
Boromir in truth did not want to let him in, but yet he decided to give his father a chance to apologize for what he had done to Faramir, although that most certainly would not bring him back it would at least redeem Denethor in his son's eyes by showing that he felt remorse for what he had done; so without saying a word, Boromir stepped aside so that Denethor could go in.
As Denethor entered, he saw the broken contents lying every which way; he just hoped that Boromir would aim anything at him…
"So what have you come for father?" Boromir asked.
By the tone of Boromir's voice, Denethor knew that he had cooled down a little.
"I have come to put our disagreement to rest," Denethor said, somewhat remorsefully.
Boromir said nothing, for at that moment he knew not what to say.
"You are my firstborn; I love you and I do not wish for us to continue as we are now towards each other."
"I do not wish that either, but father what you have done…what you have done gives me reason to doubt that you love Faramir at all!" said Boromir, turning and looking out the window.
"Now is not the time to speak of such things, this is about you and me reconciling," said Denethor standing next to Boromir.
"Now is as good a time as any," Boromir said, refusing to look at his father.
"It is best to discuss some things at a later hour-do you not agree?"
"Do you love him father-at all?" Boromir asked suddenly.
"Of course I love him…to a certain degree," Denethor said, but he wasn't speaking to Boromir, he was dwelling on his own thoughts; and if he had been more aware it was likely that he would have said something different.
"To a certain degree?" Boromir spat. "How can you say this about your own flesh and blood father?"
"I do love Faramir, but I do not need you chastising me about how much I should love my own son! I will not have you speak to me in this manner; do not forget who is the father and who is the son!"
Boromir stood in silence for a few moments; a part of him wanted to make peace with Denethor for despite their faults, mishaps, and disagreements they were still father and son and that would never change. But yet another part of him still could not understand a father that could naturally and unconditionally love a son, but yet with the other he could only love him to a 'certain degree'.
But throughout this inward conflict, it kept on pounding in his head that they were still flesh and blood. He wanted nothing more than to bring his brother back to Minas Tirith, he wanted to know for certain that his brother was alright; but there was no way of knowing at that time.
"You are my father," he said suddenly, turning to Denethor who had been equally silent. "And that can never change; I believe in my heart that what you did to Faramir was wrong, but nonetheless I hope that we can reconcile."
"I know that we can reconcile," said Denethor placing his hand on Boromir's shoulder, before turning to leave.
As Boromir watched Denethor leave he sighed, it had been a pretty rough day so far, he was dreading to see what could possibly go wrong next…
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When Eowyn returned from the stables, she immediately went to see Theodred for she wanted to start planning her escape as soon as possible.
She knocked urgently on the door and when it opened, she was surprised to see her brother standing before her.
"Eomer," she said, not sure what excuse to make up for being there, but if she wouldn't have been so nervous about her plan being discovered she would have realized that she didn't need an excuse to see her cousin, for they were quite close.
"It is alright sister, I know everything; I am here to help you," he said, drawing her into his arms.
"Thank you-thank you so very much…words cannot describe how grateful I am to both of you," she said, for she had not even thought for a moment that Eomer would have gone along with her escaping, but apparently she was wrong.
"We have been trying to think of a way that you can escape unnoticed-at least until you are far away from Gondor," said Theodred.
"Yes, I understand that I am going to return to Rohan," Eowyn said, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"I am afraid that you cannot-not for a while to say the least," said Eomer.
Eowyn drew herself out of her brothers arms, "What are you saying, I want to escape so that I can go home, I do not wish to venture into strange lands!" Eowyn said.
"It cannot be helped, if you go back to Rohan they will find you, and I assure you that it will not be so easy to escape again-if you get another opportunity," said Eomer.
"Then where am I to go?" Eowyn asked, calmly.
"You are to journey northward," Theodred said in a low voice. "One of us will be able to accompany you some of the way, but the rest you must ride alone."
"But where am I to go?" Eowyn asked again.
Eomer looked put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Eowyn, as you know if you are to escape then you must go far away so that they will not find you."
"But where am I to go!" she repeated in a more agitated tone for now that she knew that she would not return to Rohan for a long while, she just wanted to know where she would be until she could finally return home.
"Theodred and I have both agreed that you would be safe and harder to find if you journeyed to Mirkwood."
000
When Faramir opened his eyes he saw that he was in another tent-a much larger one, and this time he was not alone. The raven-haired Elven man was sitting on a wooden chair and seemed to be looking at a map on a wooden table.
It seemed that he looked up from what he was doing just in time to see that Faramir was now awake; the herbs that the Elven woman had used worked miracles, for although his wounds could still be seen, they were healing rapidly, all in that short space of time.
The Elven-man now got up from his chair and walked over to Faramir, and stood over him looking down on him as usual.
"You are fortunate that someone pitied you and cared for your wounds," commented the elf.
Faramir said nothing, but he could not deny that the elf's gaze made him feel as though he was only an insignificant earthworm.
"So I see that you intend to remain mute?" he asked sarcastically.
"I have nothing to say to heartless beasts such as you," Faramir spat.
"Ah, you have a sharp tongue; if you are not careful with it you might get it cut off."
"Why have you brought me here?" Faramir asked.
"Because there are some questions that I need answered," he said walking over to the small table on which the map was set, "I know that you Rangers have a leader-a captain; which one is he?" asked the elf, still looking at Faramir intently.
"You are looking at him," Faramir said, boldly.
"Ah, so you are the captain of these Rangers-I knew that there was something different about you."
"But the question remains, who are you?" Faramir asked, for he did not know elves to travel the Harad road-evil elves least of all.
"Who am I?" he asked, and he let out a devilish laugh, "Who am I? I am Selwyn, leader of the shadow elves."
"The shadow elves?" Faramir asked, somewhat to himself.
"I am sure that you have not heard of us for we are the elves that you do not hear of, we are the elves whom most do not know-we are the elves that sided with Sauron."