Flashbacks are in Italic.
Handing the reins of his horse to a nearby soldier, he looks around the clearing. Men are hurrying around setting up the camp in this clearing and those close by. He smiles amused, well aware they'll have to tear it down soon enough. Setting up the camp is a waste of time and energy. They'll be here for as long as it takes to rest and for him to make a plan with Thor. It reminds him to look for him which he does almost immediately.
Focusing on glittering armor, he tries to locate citadel guards, confident Thor will not be far away from them. So far, he can easily see Rohirrim mixing with Swan Knights as well as his own company of Citadel guards. Sometimes, he can even see a few Ithilien Rangers moving around but no Citadel guards who are not assigned to him. He frowns. Where have they disappeared to? It makes no sense for them to be able to disappear here.
"My lord, can I aid you in any way?"
"Maybe …?"
He turns around looking at an older man wearing a captain helmet. The captain frowns at him while he trails off wondering if accepting this offer will be for the best or not. At the same time, he frowns to himself. The captain appears familiar to him but he cannot tell from where. Glancing at the captain's armor, he notices he is one of the Citadel guards. This means this captain belongs to the company assigned to him. It explains why he is so familiar.
But as for the offer, on one hand, he can ask the captain to aid him in searching Thor out. On the other hand, he can also deny needing any aid. Each has its benefits and disadvantages. By using the first option, he will find Thor more quickly but only if the captain knows where to look. If not, then it will take him more time.
At the same time, he is aware he will have to look for Thor for quite some time if he refuses the offer now. Potentially, he will be looking for Thor for the duration of their break. It is something he cannot use for it will mean he cannot discuss the matter with Thor as he wishes to. He does not want this to happen. So he does not have much of a choice but to accept it.
At the same time, he knows a refusal will only cause the captain to become more worried than he is now. The frown on the captain's face has deepened. The captain has also mentioned for the guards to move around them in a circle. An order which was quickly obeyed because he can see guards moving around near him keeping an eye on the area. The captain whispers with one when he looks at him. Aragorn shakes his head causing the whispering to abruptly stop.
He smiles, aware the choice has become even clearer than it was before. If this is how the captain reacts when he is worried then he does not want to find out what he will do should he refuse the offer. He shudders slightly at the thought of Halbarad being in the position of the captain; he would be bothered by him for as long as it takes for him to speak his mind. Halbarad is not one to give up easily when he worries for him.
"There might be something you could aid me with, captain …?"
"My name is Tirron, si… forgive me, I meant my lord. What might I be able to aid with?
He smiles amused at the captain. It is obvious Tirron was about to call him sire but he was able to stop himself from doing so. He would not have minded. However, it has him realizing more people than he expected know the significance of Thor's actions. There might be more incidents like this. He tilts his head wondering what the people think about it and how they will treat him. Depending on how many people accept his claim, it might make it easier for him. Or it might make it even more difficult. Tirron copies his behavior and also tilts his head. Shaking his head slightly, he looks Tirron in his eyes.
"Could you tell me where to find steward Denethor?"
Tirron tilts his head and frowns. Aragorn wonders what this is about. He hopes no one has gotten the idea Thor has lost his position. As far as he is concerned, Thor is still the ruler of Gondor. He has not yet made his claim and only after that would it change. Not that Thor would not be the steward in the future. No, he wants his friend at his side. Despite his thoughts, he keeps an eye on Tirron. He wants to see if he can find out what is through Tirron's mind hoping to stem his concerns. It does not take Tirron long to respond.
"I do not know for certain, my lord. I know of a few places he could be at. If you want, I could go look for our steward and tell him you wish to speak to him. Is there a specific message you wish me to confer?"
"It would be much appreciated if you could look for him. There is no specific message to confer, Tirron, except that I wish to discuss an important matter with him."
"As you wish, my lord. By your leave?"
He nods and watches Tirron walk away. Looking around, he searches for something to do as he has to wait for Tirron to return with news. Hopefully, he will bring Thor with him. As he looks, he sees how some men are struggling with horses. Smiling, he shakes his head while deciding to help them out.
He walks to them and quietly takes the reins of one horse. He gently pulls the horse with him receiving no resistance. Turning his head, he still sees the men struggling with the horses. One horse bucks, forcing two men to jump away hurriedly. They narrowly escape being struck by hooves. Moving his horse to a three, he ties the reins to a low-hanging branch before walking back to the men all the while wondering why they are struggling so much. Cavalrymen should not have such problems. They have ample experience dealing with difficult horses. So, are they even cavalrymen?
Looking them over, he quickly determines what he missed earlier; they are not part of the cavalry. Their boots are worn and dust covers their clothing. Some even have tears in the seams of their clothing. All signs of them being infantrymen. It would certainly explain why they are having trouble with the horses. Laughter reaches his ears and he turns around. They are the cavalrymen sitting against trees laughing their heads off.
Glaring at them, he moves to the struggling infantrymen. At his glare, the cavalrymen start coughing and jump up but he ignores them. They are not important right now because the other men need his aid. One of the infantrymen looks up at his approach while holding a tight grip on the reins of a horse. The horse pulls on the reins pulling the man to the ground. The horse skitters away and pulls the man along with him over the ground.
Aragorn runs forward while wincing. He can imagine the pain e man feels from this. Hopefully, it will not prevent him from joining the upcoming battle. Grabbing the reins, he pulls on them, stopping the horse in its tracks. The man, however, stays on the ground. He pulls the horse to a tree where one of the cavalrymen waits for him while shuffling his feet and looking apologetic.
"Shall I, my lord?"
"Yes, thank you."
The man takes the reins and nervously ties the horse to the nearby tree. Aragorn does not pay him any more attention because he turns around. He walks to the fallen man. This man has sat up in the meantime and is rubbing the back of his head. Beside him are a few others who are attending to him.
At his approach, the men lookup. Their eyes widen and they scramble to stand up. He smiles and mentions for the wounded man to remain seated. Multiple frowns are thrown his way in response. Kneeling next to the wounded man, he pulls the man's hand away from the back of his head. Using his hand, he feels along the back of the head. Blood touches his hand as he feels over a small bump. Turning the man's head a bit to the side, he pushes some of his hair away. It allows him to see the actual wound which is small and barely bleeding.
"You are lucky. It's not a severe wound and requires no dressing unless you insist on it. I do advise you though to keep it clean."
"Yes, my lord. Why … forget about it, it is not important."
"If something is bothering you then it is important. What were you about to ask?"
"Well? Uhm, I was wondering why you would treat my injury when there are enough healers around. You must have a lot to do, my lord."
"I do not mind at all. I will aid anyone I can no matter my station."
In the distance, voices can be heard. So far, they are still little more than whispers. However, they are becoming louder with each passing second. Glancing back, he sees Tirron walking with Thor. Moments later, he turns back to the young man whose name he still has not yet learned. Something he intends to rectify.
"If you say so, my lord. Perhaps you should go, I will be fine. I believe lord Denethor is looking for you and I would hate to cause him any inconveniences."
"Oh, I know but only for so long as you will follow my instructions. May I know your name?"
"I will, my lord. My name is Balmarath."
He smiles at Balmarath who nods once before looking everywhere he can. The voices have, in the meantime, become so loud it is almost as if they are standing right behind them. It is a thought he dismisses almost immediately because Thor would not have been silent if he were standing right behind him. No, he would have drawn his attention at once was he so close.
After some minutes of waiting, he turns around. Tirron is standing at a distance while Thor is looking around the area. A frown and scowl are on his face. Following him with his eyes, he sees how the cavalrymen are busying themselves while looking fearfully around but never anywhere near in their direction. He has to suppress a smile because it is obvious Thor is more than capable of berating people without any words.
In the distance, though, he can hear the men talking. Those who are closeby are whispering. From their words, he learns they are exchanging ideas about why Thor would have been brought here. Some of the ideas are stranger than others. He smiles amused, unable to suppress it this time. He is happy to give the men something light-hearted to do. Deeming it long enough to have had Thor waiting, he turns around fully. Thor speaks up before he is even able to open his mouth.
"What happened here?"
"I'm not sure. One of the infantrymen fell when a horse bucked. He is not severely injured, though, merely bruised."
"And why did the cavalry not care for their own horses?"
"That I do not know. At the time, they were enjoying watching the infantrymen struggle with the horses. One of them did come to their aid but only after I had already calmed the horse down."
"Mhh."
Thor looks in the direction where the cavalrymen were last. His eyes narrow. Aragorn shrugs and decides to wait for Thor to have worked through it. He is well aware they will not get anything done until then. Following Thor's direction, he focuses once more on the cavalrymen.
Right now, they are dutifully caring for the horses. Most have their backs turned towards them. Those who have not, are looking into their direction from time to time by glancing with their eyes. Once or twice one of the men ducks their heads after glancing at them. He glances at Thor wondering if he has noticed it and intends to do something about it. But so far, Thor keeps his attention on them until he finally speaks up.
"I do not think, Gil, that the foolishness of these cavalrymen is why you wished to talk to me."
"No, it is not. I would prefer, though, to discuss the matter in private."
"Mhh, if you say so. Please follow me, my tent should offer us the best place to do so."
He nods and follows Thor who guides him through the camp. He keeps his face impassive even though on the inside he wonders when Thor Hassan the time to set up his tent. And more importantly why? They do not stay here long enough to justify doing so. However, another matter requires more of his attention; Thor addressing him as Gil. On one hand, it shows a friend is talking to him. On the other hand, he is still confused about how easily Thor put their fight behind them. He has never known Thor to easily forget any fight he has had.
Despite his musing, he keeps an eye on the men they pass. Some of his kin only look up. Halon, on the other hand, actually stands up once he sees them and takes a few steps towards them. A concerned expression is on his face. He mentions for Halon to stay where he is. It causes Halon to tilt his head. He narrows his eyes in response. Only then does Halon walk back to their kin but not before crossing his arms.
He smiles and shakes his head. He does not need Halon with him right now. He needs to keep his attention on Thor and their coming conversation. Nothing more and nothing less. Before long, a small tent comes into their view and grows larger with each step. It becomes clear to him this appears to be their destination.
A short while later, they reach the tent and Thor holds the flap open. He looks to the side, seeing four guards standing at attention just outside the entrance. From where he is standing right now, they stand almost next to him. He does not remain standing there but steps inside the tent while frowning. He has not noticed the guards following them. He knew they were around him and Thor in the clearing but did not notice them since. So where do they come from now? Have they followed them without him noticing? They must have. There is no other suitable explanation. Moments after entering the tent, Thor speaks up, pulling him from his musing.
"Gil, what is on your mind?"
"Nothing of importance, I just had not noticed the guards following us."
"Really, you did not? I do not know you to be unaware of anything that happens around you."
"I admit I was more focused on other things and trusted my kin and friends to have my back."
"Well, you are right to trust them. And in case you were wondering, two guards have been following you around the camp at all times. While traveling the entire company attached to you keeps an eye on your safety."
"I know. I noticed the company did not stray far from me but have not noticed the two following me."
He smiles, none the least surprised by this news. If he is honest with himself then it is something he should have expected. Especially when he saw Tirron order the company around when he did not answer quickly enough. Nevertheless, he is still none too pleased with the image this provides for the men. One thing, though, is for certain, Thor is consistent in considering him a friend if the nickname is anything to go with.
However, how certain can he be to address Thor by his nickname? He bites his lips at this though, not liking his perceived chances. Clenching his hands tightly, he looks up. Thor is looking at him with a frown and a tilted head. He smiles sheepishly and banishes those thoughts from his mind.
"Is there anything, Gil?"
"Not at all, Thor. Just some useless musings."
"If you say so. Let us then return to our topic of discussion. What do you wish to discuss with me?"
He looks at Thor with a smile. Thor's eyes narrow; he is not convinced there is only one thing he wishes to discuss with him but Thor refrains from questioning him any further. He is grateful for it as he is unwilling to discuss his true concerns with Thor just yet. He wants to discuss it with others first. And besides, it is good they will be discussing the actual reason for meeting with each other. Hopefully, this will satisfy Thor for now.
"Have you noticed that some of the men are becoming faint of heart?"
"I have heard about it but never seen any clear signs. I did notice however some have become wary though. Did you see clear signs?"
"Yes, while we traveled to this location, I noticed how a captain spent quite some time with some men. I do not know if they would have come along thus far if not for the captain's efforts."
"And you want to discuss this with me, why?"
"I would like to discuss with you how to handle them and who will be dealing with them. If you are willing to indulge me."
"Mmh, I do not think there is much that can be done wrong in handling them. They must do their duty. As such, they have to continue something their captains will have to remind them of. I will not accept anything less from them. Or do you have another idea?"
"I do have another idea how to handle them but would like to know if you agree with me."
"Well, what is your idea then?"
"I believe it would be wise to give these men another assignment which does not take them near Minas Tirith."
"I am not sure if that would be a wise course of action. There is no need to assign another task to them even if there were other tasks to be done. And I said before, they simply need to push on like everyone is doing. Besides, what will it give for a signal to the host if we simply let them leave because they are getting afraid?"
"And what will it do if we push them forward only for them to desert when their faintness of heart becomes too much? You must know how dangerous it is for the host if they become a hindrance. Something they nearly are."
"Mhh, no matter how much I might dislike admitting it, you have a point there. They are becoming a hindrance. But how will giving them an assignment not make them a hindrance?"
"Because they will have something to do while keeping their honor intact. And it can be easily explained to the remainder of the host without raising any suspicions."
"That is true. Alright then, let us say we follow your suggestion; where will we send them to?"
"That I do not know for certain. You know best where their presence could be of the most use."
He looks at Thor while hope rises in his chest. Thor seems to be willing to at least consider his proposal. He looks around the tent seeing little interesting things. Glancing at a silent Thor, he sees him frowning and scratches his chin. When he receives no response, he looks around the tent once more. The canvas is bare with nothing in front of it. Only a desk, chair, and a chest on which he is sitting are in the room. The desk is covered with papers and writing utensils.
Now, Aragorn frowns himself. Thor has set up a quick place for him to work in this tent. It would give a bit of an explanation for his actions. However, it only explains the desk and his chair. It does not explain why the chest was brought in. Except if the chest contains the documents Thor has been working with. Just as he thinks this, Thor speaks up pulling him from his thoughts.
"Well, there are a few places I can think of. The rangers could use reinforcements but then they are not equipped or trained to be among the rangers. Also, there is Cair Andros; it would be nice for it to be in our hands once more. Then we have a multitude of insignificant places to consider."
"Before we discuss those insignificant places, I would like to point something out. Cair Andros is not too far from here. It is a place where you could easily send them to."
"You mean 'we' but I see your point. It would be a good place to send them to. But are you certain there is nothing else we can do with them? Like keeping them to the back of the host?"
"I am sure that is not an option for the same reasons as I gave earlier. There is nothing else we can do with them. I believe it is the best course of action we have."
"Then Gil, we will give them orders to liberate Cair Andros."
"We? You are the steward, Thor."
"Yes, I am the steward - the king's servant - and you, Gil, are the rightful king of Gondor. As such, we will be giving the orders. Everyone knows the king has returned. It would be strange for you not to be involved in drafting orders. Or why do you think I had us march under your standard?"
He smiles uneasily. He has not thought about it in this way. He just thought it was a hopeful gesture for the host and nothing more. Everyone knows how hopeless this charge is. So anything which would give hope would be needed. Nevertheless, this charge has to be done to stop Sauron once and for all.
But his words in acknowledging his claim - even when he has not officially made it - gives him such a calm and happy feeling. It is as if a burden he has not noticed has been lifted. Now, it only remains to be seen how the remainder of the lords will handle his claim once he finally makes it official.
"Gil, are you alright?"
He looks up, only now realizing he has been looking to the floor. Thor looks at him with a frown; his worry visible in the barely hidden shaking of his eyes. And in his tilted head. He smiles which only deepens Thor's frown instead of lessening it. Suppressing a sigh, he speaks up.
"I am alright. I was just slightly lost in my thoughts."
"Slightly. I think it was more than just slightly. Would you care to share your thoughts with me?"
"It is nothing for you to worry about, Thor. I was just thinking about my friends who we will be aiding with this action."
Thor looks at him with a tilted head which he turns repeatedly without ever losing contact with his eyes. Aragorn waits patiently for Thor to finish searching his face for whatever he seeks. While he waits, he listens to the sounds coming from outside the tent. Men are talking and moving around. He cannot understand what they are talking about due to other sounds being too loud. But what he can hear is the tension in some of their voices.
Suddenly, he hears a voice he would recognize anywhere; Halon. Halon is outside the tent arguing with the guards. What it is about, he cannot tell. All he can overhear is an urgency to leave and requests for him to be summoned. Something the guards are completely unwilling to do. Or at least this is the impression he gets.
"Gil? Shall I inform the men about their new orders?"
"That would be wise, I think. And as I believe we need to leave soon, I suspect you will be doing it once we have once more camped for the day."
"Yes, I have also heard the discussion outside. Apparently, we are ready to continue with our journey even if I do not know where this urgency comes from. And as to your suspicion, it is right. Doing it then ensures I only have to give the order once for I can gather the entire group beforehand."
"That is certainly true."
Thor stands up and walks out of the tent. Aragorn quickly follows the example; he stands up and follows Thor out of the tent. Once there, Halon nearly immediately tries to descend upon him, Halon would have succeeded if not for the two guards who block his path and push him back. Halon glares at them and crosses his arms in front of his chest. The guards move to stand before him blocking Halon's view of him. Aragorn smiles amused at the guards' and Halon's antics.
"It's alright. You can let him pass, he is my kin."
The guards look at each other but let Halon pass them. Something he suspects they only reluctantly do. Behind him, he can hear how Thor's tent is already being pulled down. Fabric is being wrapped and poles tight together. Poles thud against each other from time to time; he suspects this happens while they tie them together with ropes. Tilting his head, he looks at Halon with a raised eyebrow hoping to spur him into speaking.
"What is wrong, Halon?"
"What is wrong? Nothing severe but you said we would only rest for a short while but now we have waited here for over two hours already. When will we leave?"
"Soon. Was this what your urgency was about? As for the delay, Steward Denethor and I had something to discuss."
He turns his head glancing at Thor who is speaking with a few captains. Nodding once, he walks away back towards his people. Halon follows him on his heels just like the guards based on the three sets of footsteps following him. Moments later, Halon walks beside him.
"What were you talking about, my lord."
He turns his head looking at Halon with a frown. He does not understand why Halon would call him Lord and not just by his name. He has done it once before only to correct himself later. What is going on for Halon to be so formal to him? He has no idea. He just hopes it has gotten nothing to do with their current location. Or the fact he proclaimed his heritage for the world to see.
Halon looks at him with a raised eyebrow and shrugs before momentarily glancing behind him. Following his gaze, he sees the guards following them. Just as he suspected. The guards have their hands on their swords and their eyes trained on Halon. He lifts an eyebrow at them which seems to have no effect. He shakes his head not understanding where their suspicion of Halon comes from. They must have seen him as his standard-bearer earlier. It all makes no sense except if the guards and Halon clashed sometimes. Turning back to Halon, he smiles.
"We were talking about a matter concerning some of the men. It was just between us. But that is not why you sought me out, am I right?"
"No, you are wrong. It is as I said earlier."
"Really?"
"Yes."
He raises an eyebrow, not believing Halon at all. There is another reason Halon sought him out; not their lengthy pause. Halon does not meet his eyes anymore. No, he looks everywhere else he can. Aragorn narrows his eyes, convinced his feeling has been proven right by now. Nevertheless, he does not push Halon for an answer.
Soon, they reach their side of the camp. He looks around only slightly surprised to see no one sitting but all standing next to their horses. At their approach, all the eyes turn to them. Dan and Ro look at them in relief. Just as Legolas and Gimli do. Only their relief looks different somehow. He frowns, unable to place it nor understand their concern. So, he turns towards Halon. Halon bites his lips while looking away once more. It takes a while before Halon finally speaks up.
"They were worried when you stayed away for so long. Especially so when we learned you had met with lord Denethor. We have heard many stories about the lord's opinion about you."
"Mhh, so far it has proven to be nothing but false rumors. Or have you forgotten he had his standard lowered before mine?"
"That is true, Estel. I know the meaning and as such it makes no sense what we heard his opinion of you is. All I ask is that you are careful."
"Of course, Dan. When am I not being careful?"
"Oh, I am not sure. Maybe, … most of the time. You endanger yourself many more times than any of us would like to."
He shakes his head but does not respond to Dan's teasing. He knows the truthfulness of Dan's words. Besides, he is unwilling to linger any longer as it will delay them for too long. So, he walks to his horse and mounts him. Without looking back, he moves his horse to the front of the host which has, in the meantime, assembled. They immediately set out. Multiple hoofbeats follow behind him. Glancing to his side, he sees Halon riding beside him with his standard flowing proudly in the wind. Halon tilts his head when he catches his eyes. He nods once but neither says anything. Glancing back, he sees Thor riding next to two captains with prince Imrahil riding not too far behind him. Prince Imrahil seems to be glancing between him and Thor with a frown covering his face. They ride on in silence.
Aragorn turns his eyes back to the road. With an absence of conversations around him, his mind moves back to the conversation he had with Thor. Thor was being very careful and reassuring then which amuses him. It is something Thor rarely did and if he did then only after it was pulled out of him by the teeth. He smiles and thinks about it, and shakes his head. The Thor from his conversation is the one people will see if they are close to him; hard on the outside, soft on the inside but also very observant with nothing escaping him. This is the person he thought he had lost long ago.
Looking at the sky, he silently berates himself. Knowing Thor and having seen what he has, he should have expected this. Thor could not have changed so much that he cannot recognize him. At the same time, he frowns, thinking about his claim; Thor was very insistent he is the king. He has not given him any trouble about it but seems to have accepted it easily. It makes no sense because he would have expected some form of resistance. Anything. But he was never faced with anything.
So what will the future bring? He does not know but realizes quickly he cannot focus on it now. Only once their task has succeeded.
Riding next to the captains, Denethor waits for them to finish their assessment. Before seeking anyone out, he wants to know who they truly think cannot continue. He will make his decision about who to send away afterward. In the back of his head, he can feel Imrahil's eyes burning deep into his skull. A feeling he ignores.
Once the captains finish speaking, he nods and dismisses them with a nod. Almost immediately after they have left, a horse pulls up beside him. Without looking, he is convinced it is Imrahil. Whatever he wants can wait so he ignores him for now. Looking ahead, he sees Gil shaking his head. He tilts his head. What is going on? He is not sure but, at the same time, he is also unwilling to address it at this time. Whatever it is will have to wait until he has dealt with the men. This draws his attention back to what he saw of them.
Riding next to Imrahil, he keeps an ear on his words while his eyes stay on the men behind him. Some of the men fidget on the saddle looking around. One pulls his horse to the side as if to leave. He frowns. What is this man planning to do? Does he truly intend to leave? Before he can even consider it, a captain rides up to the man and pulls on the reins. The man is pulled back into formation. The captain does not leave then. No, he remains next to the man. Words are exchanged but he cannot hear what they are. He hopes the man is being berated for his actions. In such a way, he will never do something like this.
Looking over the other men, they have to also be pulled back in line repeatedly. They fidget all the time. And from time to time, they meet up with one another and start whispering if the glances around them are any indication. He sighs knowing now Gil was right. These men cannot continue even though he wants to scream at them and push them to continue.
"My lord, did you hear what I just said?"
"No, I did not. Something else occupied my attention. But do repeat what you said your highness."
"I asked if you would stay with your decision to accept the return of the king."
A twinkle glows in prince Imrahil's eyes. He narrows his eyes well aware of what this means. Imrahil has a plan or is making one at this present time. Whatever it is, Imrahil will not give up. Imrahil can be quite subtle when he wants to be but at the same time, he is also quite aware of how far he can push. And, Imrahil also always seeks out ways to gain from situations like this. They get along just fine in this regard as they can both do the same thing at times.
So how will he answer this question? He can refrain from answering but dismisses this option quickly. He knows what he got to do; tell the truth. But whether or not he will be obvious about it remains to be seen. In the end, he decides to keep his words to a minimum.
"I would not have made it otherwise."
Imrahil looks at him with a frown and tilted head. It lasts but a moment before he averts his eyes. Nevertheless, he saw the wheel turning in Imrahil's head. As such, Denethor looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He wants to know what plan Imrahil is making this time. Hopefully not something which won't end well for him or Gil. If he's right then Gil is engaged. At least, he got signals about it once. It will make any marriage plans more than likely to be completely futile.
A call resounds among the men but he cannot make out the words. He looks up, following the direction the sound came from. A few men - among them a captain - are forcefully pushing some other men back into formation. He sighs. He has to give those men their new order sooner rather than later. This won't work any longer.
He has to bite back a growl when he even thinks about their behavior of the last few days. Only after Gil pointedly out to him has he paid closer attention to them. And what he saw annoys him greatly. This latest act does not do the other men any good; not that their whispering would have any other effect. It can have a demoralizing effect for the entire host if they strengthen the feelings the other man has been able to contain.
Looking up, he privately admits - something he suspects others share with him - he can understand their feelings because he has also experienced it. This march is most likely to be doomed but also right if it ensures the survival of their land. Something not many others will know or truly understand because not everything has been shared with them. He snorts silently. Truthfully, almost nothing has been shared with the men; they only know their destination.
Thinking about the orders he will give them he feels his anger rise. They will be allowed to leave the host which he is not allowed to do. However, most lords and nearly all captains share his fate. He smiles grimly. They might not share his fate exactly for it is not true they can leave without consequences. They just have more freedom than him. Something, he is well aware they understand too. Words resound through his mind.
"Adar, please remember to not despair when the siege happens. As I told you, aid will come to Gondor. It might take some time for the aid to arrive but it will come. While you wait, keep the hope up for the people, warriors, and yourself."
He closes his eyes feeling a calmness come over him. No matter how often he hears these words, they never fail to give him hope. He can continue because the future might be bleak right now but after the coming battle, the sun will start to shine again. Gondor will prosper. So as long as he keeps these words in mind, he can continue. These words have been a source of strength for him. So, now he will use them the same as before and continue with the present course of action.
Houses of healing, Minas Tirith, Faramir POV
Walking through the hallway, Faramir smiles brightly. He cannot wait to arrive in the garden to break his fast with Éowyn. His heart starts to beat more quickly and even skips a beat a few times. He enjoyed their first talk immensely and cannot wait to see her again. He looks forward to getting to know her even better. She gave him a new view on some matters but it is not what he is mostly interested in; finding out what moved her to request another room holds his mind in a tight grip. Something else he also wants to learn about are the Rohirrim. He has not had much interaction with them and deems it important to learn about them. But this desire is not something he can openly share with princess Éowyn. He will have to be subtle to avoid scaring her. And hopefully, it will show him how real his feelings are.
Walking into the garden a short while later, he looks around. Where has their breakfast been set up? But no matter where he looks, he cannot find the place. He frowns. He did instruct the servants to set a table for breakfast and now he cannot find it. It makes no sense for it is unlike the servants to forget it. So it can only mean one thing; he has to not have found the place where they set their breakfast up. Just as this thought crosses his mind, footsteps sound behind him. He turns, seeing a servant walk up to him.
"My lord Faramir, if you please follow me. I will show you where we prepared a table for Princess Éowyn and yourself."
"Of course."
He follows the young man as he guides him. During this time, he takes a closer look at the servant who is a young boy. A young boy who looks more like a runner than an actual servant. His face also seems familiar but he cannot place it nor put a name to it. The boy guides him through many paths and around many corners, some of which he did not even know existed.
Soon a clearing starts to form in front of him between the trees. The further they walk, the more he realizes they are coming upon a secluded seating area. An area, he suspects, is rarely used because he does not even know it existed. He stays silent as they walk ever closer to the clearing. Within a moment, blinding light hits his eyes. He clenches them shut and opens them a moment later.
The light clears from his eyes and the clearing slowly reveals itself in front of him. In front of him, a table has been set for two. However, no food has been placed on the table. Not yet, he suspects. Looking around, he sees a few servants scurrying around with plates of fruit. He smiles, pleased the food will be served soon.
With this in mind, he turns back to the boy. And just then he finally remembers why the face seemed familiar. It is the younger version of a face he has seen whenever Beregond was around. And if he remembers correctly Beregond has a son. But what is the son's name again? Berion, Berenor, Bergil. His eyes widen slightly, remembering Bergil is the name of Beregond's son.
"Bergil, thank you for guiding me to this place. This place is well chosen."
"I am honored you think so, my lord. It was my idea with which the warden agreed."
"Oh, and how did you manage to learn about this place. I do not think many people know about it."
"No, my lord. Barely anyone knows about it. I found it during the siege when I needed to find some peace after being overwhelmed by the siege."
"That is understandable, Bergil."
A nod accompanies his words. He walks towards the table. The plates of fruit have already been placed on the table. Enough space has been left for the remainder of breakfast which is still to be placed on the table. Now, he notices the table has been set for two already. All which remains is for the remainder of the breakfast to finally be placed on the table.
The servants jump back when he moves around the table. They move around the area but he cannot tell where to. As such, he follows them with his eyes. It is difficult to see them due to them moving so quickly. It is as if they are fleeing from a fast-spreading fire. All he can see is one of them leaving while one remains behind. This servant whispers something into Bergil's ear. Bergil does not react to it more than a simple nod once. Then the other servant also leaves the area with quick steps. His eyes focus on Bergil once more. He lifts an eyebrow wondering what Bergil was just told. Bergil shuffled for a moment before speaking up.
"My lord, your breakfast will be served in ten minutes. Halloth hopes you will enjoy the fruit which has been served in the meantime."
"Thank you for informing me, Bergil, I am sure we will enjoy the fruit while we await our breakfast."
"May I be excused, my lord?"
"You may, Bergil."
Bergil bows and leaves. Faramir does not turn around but moves around the table. He listens as Bergil's footsteps steadily become softer the further he walks. And once Bergil's footsteps have completely disappeared from his hearing, he hears the wind blowing leaves around. Closing his eyes for a moment, he listens to what he can hear.
People are moving around while they talk with each other. Groans reach his ears from time to time. They are always accompanied by worried voices of which he cannot hear the words being spoken. Further away in the city, he can hear the hustle of men moving around and houses being repaired. He can hear the stones being placed on the ground and the mortar being scraped over the stone.
A branch cracks behind him and he turns around quickly. Who is there? A smile graces his face moments later; Princess Éowyn stands just inside the clearing with a hand on a tree. She has a hesitant look on her face while she looks around the clearing. When their eyes meet a small, hesitant smile grows on her face. Her face seems to become a bit red when they look at each other. an observation, he quickly dismisses. Instead, he focuses on her, and once more she is dressed in a white dress, her hair flowing freely behind her back while her arm is held in a sling.
"Good morning, my lord Faramir."
"Good morning, your Highness. Did you rest well last night?"
"Yes, I did. I have to thank you for your aid yesterday; my new room suited me just right."
"That is good to hear, your Highness. Would you like to have some of the fruit which has been laid out?"
Princess Éowyn looks around the area before tilting her head. A frown crosses her beautiful face. The confusion just flows from her face. He just does not understand where it comes from. Is it because he mentioned the fruit when they are here to break their fast? Heat grows over his face and he shuffles around trying to force it away. But no matter how much he tries it does not go away. Princess Éowyn speaking up pulls him from his thoughts and struggle.
"Mhh thank you for your offer, my lord. I will then be taking one of the apples."
He smiles and feels his face heating up even more. He is not sure it can get any hotter without him looking like a blazing fire. Turning around, he hides his blazing face from princess Éowyn's sight and walks towards the table intending to pick up an apple for her. Out of the corner, he can see a white sleeve becoming visible. Just as he touches the apple, a slim hand is in his way. Instead of picking up the apple, he touches the hand.
"I apologize, your highness."
"No, I apologize, my lord. I should not have reached for the apple without asking."
"You do not need to ask. Please, your highness, take what you want."
Princess Éowyn smiles shyly at him and picks up an apple. He smiles in return and balls his hand to have something else to focus on. Anything to not start to shuffle around like a nervous child. His heart beats wildly in his chest. Picking up an apple, he takes a few deep breaths and tries to stop his heart from beating so fast. After some time, his heart slows down seconds before Princess Éowyn speaks up once more.
"This is a truly delicious apple, my lord."
"That is good to hear. Shall we go for a short walk until our breakfast is ready?"
"If you would like to, my lord. I do not mind."
"Only if you agree, your highness."
"I do agree. May I ask how long we still have to wait for our breakfast to be served?"
He looks up at the sky to see how much time has passed. The sun has not moved much. It has barely moved an inch. Nevertheless, he can see smoke out of the corner of his eyes. Turning towards it, he sees how multiple plums of smoke grow in the sky. More than what would be normal if only the kitchens would be active. It tells him, the forges have also been opened again. He smiles well aware they need this for the city to be able to rebuild.
"I think we will have to wait for about five minutes. A short while ago, I was told our breakfast would be served in ten minutes."
Princess Éowyn smiles at him and nods. Stepping closer to her, he feels a hand being placed in his elbow. His heart skips a beat. Looking to the side, his eyes meet those of princess Éowyn. She quickly looks away but not before he catches a glimpse of a blush on her face. Smiling, he takes a few steps forward. Princess Éowyn falls into step with him.
Walking away from the clearing, he takes a bite out of the apple. While walking, he eats it and listens to his surroundings. Crunching can be heard from his side proving princess Éowyn is doing the same as him; eating the apple. They continue to walk in silence until they both have finished their apple. At this time, he guides them to the nearest parapet.
Looking down at the Pelennor Fields, he feels a calmness come over him. Men are hurrying around looking more like ants than men. He sees fewer men than the last time he looked, which was not so long ago. One of two Elephants is being pulled to the side of the fields by horses based on the size difference between them, the horses, and people. Horses are pulling farming tools over the ground in certain places while at others men are dutifully working the ground. Turning his head around, he sees princess Éowyn studying the scene before them and smiles at the concentrated look on her face.
"Have you looked out of the city this morning?"
"No, I have not. My window did not offer this view. It is fascinating to look at."
"Too bad, you have not done so. This is a most reassuring sight to see. People are rebuilding the fields which were destroyed only days ago."
"I admit it is reassuring to look at but I still worry about my brother."
"Something I understand. I have done so before. Hopefully, we will know more in a short while."
"I hope so."
Silence falls between them after this. He is unsure what to say now so he looks at the fields observing the men. From time to time, he glances at Princess Éowyn. She seems to be focused entirely on the east. Her eyes locked onto Mordor more than anything else. Footsteps sound behind him. He turns his head seeing Bergil moving towards them.
Noticing his attention, Bergil bites his lips all the while shuffling with his feet. Glancing at princess Éowyn, he sees she has also noticed Bergil's approach. He smiles just as she does. Heat grows over his face and he shakes his head. A twinkle appears in her eyes only to be replaced with a longing look mere moments later. He frowns, not understanding where the longing came from. Shaking his head once more, he is determined to find out later for right now something else requires his attention.
"Yes, Bergil?"
"I came to inform you that your breakfast is ready, my lord."
"Thank you for informing us, Bergil. Is that all you came to inform us about?"
"Yes, my lord. By your leave."
He nods, seeing Bergil bowing before leaving at a steady pace. Turning his attention to princess Éowyn once more, he sees the longing in her eyes has not weakened. However, it has also not worsened. Small mercy in his opinion. And wanting to take the longing away - or at least understand it -, he speaks up.
"Shall we go, your highness?"
"Yes, of course."
Her voice sounds like she is being buried under a mound of sadness. A deep longing can be heard concealed deep within the sadness. It only increases the mystery of the princess and his desire to take it away. The mystery is something he intends to uncover as much as he can. At the same time, he also wants to have a nice breakfast with her, well aware it is the only way for him to get to know her better. And he hopes this will solve the mystery which showed itself just now as well as understanding the words she spoke during their first meeting. Words which come to his mind as if they are being spoken right now.
"As you wish, my lady. Could you tell me what the real reason is for your request to change your room? I assume given your status you were given a private room, am I right?"
"Yes, I was indeed. Unfortunately, I find my view quite unsatisfying."
"Oh, is that so. What view do you currently have? And what kind of view would you like to have in your new room?"
"Oh, my view mostly contains farmland and mountains. I have seen enough of those at home and would like a change in scenery. If it would be possible I would like my view to be directed towards Mordor. I find I worry a lot about my brother."
"Understandable. I find myself worried about my father too. I can understand your wish to look towards Mordor in that regard. However, doing so will do nothing good for your mind. At the same time, I have to admit it will allow you to get an idea of what is going on. And if worst comes to worst, you will know about it quickly."
"Indeed. My thoughts exactly."
Faramir smiles. It is good to know they share the same feelings. His stomach has settled a bit during their conversation for which he is grateful. Just then an idea comes to his mind; maybe, he can ask her to join him for breakfast tomorrow. He has come to enjoy her company after this short time together. And it will allow both of them to confide in someone about their concerns. Well, for as far as either is comfortable.
"My lady, I assure you I will ensure you get a room with a suitable view. I do however have to tell you that it worries me you wish to look towards Mordor."
"You do not need to worry about it, my lord. It is simply to keep an eye on my brother for as much as I can. But still thank you for granting me my request."
Soon they reach the clearing once more and this time, the table is overflowing with food. A steaming kettle of which he cannot see the contents but which gives him the impression of containing soup. Multiple filled bowls stand on the table, most are filled with different kinds of fruit. Multiple plates filled with meat, cheese, bread, and whatnot. A canteen of milk and a bottle of wine stands on the table. As well as multiple small bowls, glasses, and plates.
Faramir struggles to stop his hand from scratching his head. He does not remember having asked for this overflowing of food. The kitchens have outdone themselves in a way they should not have. Their effort is something he appreciates though he will have to ensure this does not happen again. The people in the city need to have enough food to eat. They should not have to suffer for him to have such a breakfast. Nevertheless, he walks them to the table though not before taking a deep breath.
"Shall we sit down, your highness?
Princess Éowyn nods but does not speak. She walks towards the left side of the table from where he is standing. Walking with her for the last part, he holds out the chair for her. Once she sits down, he pushes the chair to the table. Only afterward does he sit down on the opposite side of her and he sees the blush on her face. He smiles at her and waves over the table.
"Does anything here have your fancy, your highness?"
"Mhh, the porridge certainly looks tempting especially with the abundance of fruit on the table. May I know what has drawn your interest?"
"Well, certainly not the porridge; it is something I never really liked if there was something else to choose. Right now, I think I will settle for some bread topped with fruit and some of the deliciously smelling soup. But your highness, do serve yourself."
Princess Éowyn smiles shyly at him and reaches forward to an empty bowl. She quickly fills it with a large amount of porridge. While she does that, he fills a bowl with soup. Taking one of the loaves of bread into his hand, he cuts it open and smears butter on it. Reaching for the strawberries, his hand touches the princess'. Looking up, he smiles as his face heats up and pulls his hand back. Princess Éowyn frowns at him while a deep blush is on her face.
"Oh my lord, I am sorry. Do take as many of the strawberries as you would like."
"You were first, your highness, so I will wait."
"I insist. I will take more than I suspect you will so you should go first."
"If you say so."
He lifts an eyebrow while refraining from taking his share of strawberries. He watches from the corner of his eyes as Princess Éowyn reluctantly takes a large serving of strawberries while he places some salad on his bread. Once she puts the spoon down, he puts his share of strawberries on his bread. This he tops with a bit of salad.
Suddenly, he looks up when something bright flashes into his eyes. Princess Éowyn is spraying her porridge with some sort of syrup. He frowns. This is an unusual combination but then he shakes his head. It is not something he should focus on; he needs to focus on understanding the princess. Before asking the questions which have formed in his head, he waits for her to have eaten a bit. Just as he is doing right now.
"Has the room allowed you to keep an eye on your brother?"
"Well, obviously I could not see him but it eased some of my worries. And thankfully, I was able to grasp a view of Rohan in the distance."
"Well, there is nothing as reassuring as looking at the land where one grew up. But your highness, are you worried about your homeland? Or about someone you left behind?"
"Of course, I am worried about my homeland considering the recent attacks there. There is no one important I left behind."
He lifts an eyebrow looking at the table, not believing her at all. Her words are those of a person hiding something. She must have left someone important behind but what or who he has no idea. It could be a suitor for if he remembers correctly then she has no one left but her brother. Nevertheless, her answers offer him away in. Looking up, his eyes meet those of princess Éowyn. She notices him, smiles shyly, and ducks her head. A blush is on her face once more. Just as he feels the heat growing on his face.
"Then why did you leave, your highness?"
"Because I had no choice. I would be caged had I stayed behind."
Princess Éowyn drops the spoon. It falls in the porridge with a loud plop. The porridge spatters over the edge of the bowl on the table. He looks up at her face. It is ashen and her arms are encircled tightly around her chest. Her body is wrecked by shaking. He tilts his head wondering what this is about. Hopefully not a reaction to the question he asked. He would not want to upset her at all. Shaking his head, he decides he has to pull her out of it.
"How would you have been caged? I do not understand what you mean, your highness."
"Are you not caged right now?"
His eyes are kept trained on her as he wants to observe her response. Princess Éowyn lifts her head. The shaking stops and the arms fall towards her lap. She looks at him with a frown. Her confusion is visible on her face. It mirrors how he feels right now.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you are left behind and have been given a duty which does not allow you to leave."
"You think that I am caged by my duty to look after Gondor until my father returns?"
"Yes, or are you telling me you are not burdened by your duty?"
"Maybe it worries me and I do not have the freedom I enjoyed while leading my men but I do not consider my current duty to be a burden."
"Mhh, would you not want to be with your men more than be stuck with this duty?"
"No, because I know where they are and trust my father to look after them. Your highness, are you not happy with the life you currently have?"
He looks at her trying to see what is behind her eyes. They have become colder the longer they talk even though she has not fallen back to her previous behavior. He wants to learn where this all comes from. He suspects she is suffering because of something. Her answers have given him all the signs for it. But being unhappy with her current life would also be a good reason. He has heard of women who do not like the lives they have and do all they can to escape it. Is she such a woman?
"I have nothing to complain about."
"But it does not feel like that, does it?"
"If I am being honest then I have to admit it truly does not feel like it. I cannot explain where these feelings come from."
"Give it time and you will come to understand them."
Princess Éowyn nods and stays silent. He looks at her but she is now entirely focused on eating her porridge. She does not respond to his words. He bites back a sigh because he wants to give her a life filled with happiness if they do fall in love with each other and marry. He shakes his head pushing these thoughts away. It is far too early to think about any of this. They are only just getting to know each other. It will take more time before he can even begin to consider it. And what he needs to do now is determine if his earlier feelings are true.
"My lord, are you alright?"
"Yes, I am fine. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, you have just been silent for some time now. I was wondering."
"So how have you been? Is there anything you wish to talk about?"
"I would like to know more about you."
"Really? What would you like to know about me?"
"Well for example, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?"
"Oh, I enjoy reading books a lot. Do you?"
"I do not know. We do not have a lot of written papers in the Mark so I have not had the luxury of reading books for my enjoyment. Paper is always reserved for important matters. May I ask what books you read?"
"Oh, I read mostly history books as well as some lore books. Would you like to borrow some while you remain in the Houses?"
"I would like to borrow some if it is not too much trouble. I am just not that interested in history or lore. Would you be able to find me books on healing?"
"Healing?"
"Yes, I admit I have become interested in it and would like to learn more about it."
"I can certainly look for you. But would it not be easier for you to ask a healer or master Neston?"
"It might but I would like to know something before I approach them. My lord, will I see you tomorrow for breakfast? I admit I enjoyed this even if we did not have much of a conversation."
"I would like that too, your highness."
Princess Éowyn smiles while a blush flashes over her face. Faramir smiles shakingly. He feels heat growing over his face once more. His heart skips a beat at the sight of her blushing. Why do these things keep coming over him? Is it a sign his feelings are true? And is her behavior a sign she returns them? He is not sure but has hope. Maybe the following days will give him the certainty he desires.