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6 Fourth Age: The Promise; [Aragorn & Gwenneth]
Topic Started: 22 Oct 2008, 10:37 PM (385 Views)
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It shouldn't have bothered her that the truth was as the King suggested. That deep in her heart Gwenneth was coming to understand the style of her upbringing and that the chamberlain was not just a lousy father but a lousy human being as well. To have kept her for so long, hidden away inside of Gondor as if she was one of those damsels in folktales that needed rescuing. The hurt and disgust caught in her throat and she had to turn herself away in attempt to hide the obvious pain it all had brought.

The gemstone cradled in her hand held fast and tight, a life line that seemed more and more the only thing able to save her.

Not having realized she'd started to drift, Gwenneth paused to stop herself and noticed she'd been drawn closer to her mothers name upon the wall. It was close enough now that she could lightly draw her finger tip over each letter and follow its flow quite fluidly. Leoynna was a beautiful name and Nihdira seemed to fit with it so easily. The two of them were naturally right together.

"One last thing and I won't keep you from your people any longer Majesty."
Speaking as she turned on her heel and began the slow walk back towards where Elessar stood. Realistically, they were apart of the same people now and for some reason Gwenneth felt it more important to get his approval now than it would to receive her fathers.

"I'd ask permission, my King, to take leave of Gondor. In this moment I would find it difficult to speak and look upon him. He is my father and he is my blood but, you'll understand I hope, that I need time on my own and I believe he would not condone it."
 
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The moment passed by in a slight breath. The girl who had once seemed a child to Elessar had become a woman before his very eyes. Gwenneth had accepted her place among the Dunedain, and in so doing, the King had perceived her maturity in an instant. Aragorn had seen the transformation many times, and each time it seemed to him bittersweet.

“I place no restriction on where and when the Dunedain may wander. Swear this one oath, and you shall have my blessing: to protect allies you meet, to heal friends you make, and to return when summoned.”

It was this oath that had gathered the Gray Company during the War of the Ring. The promise had been invaluable then, and Aragorn was certain it would be in the future as well.
 
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When Gwenneth replied, she ensured that she would meet the Kings eye directly so. She would not dare let a thought of doubt linger in Elessars mind that as she accepted this oath that her words were not earnest and true.

"So I shall swear, with you as my witness to do so this day and every day fourth. Nor will I ever forget it." And despite the pain and heartbreak that she suffered on the inside in that moment, she gave Elessar a weak but genuine smile of thanks. There was no man in her life now that had done so much for her than he had. Keeping this oath to him and Gondor would be imperative from this moment on. A lifestyle that she would adhere to until the end of her days.

Gracefully she sunk into a curtsy all the way to the floor, with her skirts petaled out around her like a flower in blossom. Her eyes lowered and her chin bowed, it was a show of deep homage and respect. Not because she had to or because an upbringing told her it was proper, but because he was worthy of such devote admiration and esteem.
 
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