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| 6 Fourth Age: A Wrong First Step; Tag to Fahleen {Gwenneth} | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 22 Nov 2008, 01:09 AM (667 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 22 Nov 2008, 01:09 AM Post #1 |
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After that entire scene with her father, Gwenneth had made the decision to leave Gondor more quietly than he. The Marroc name would forever be tainted by the former Chamberlains words and she wasn't able to bare the weight of those consequences just yet. So she left nothing behind but a short note to the King, detailing her plans, intentions and assurances she was well and unharmed. The letter had been left in the able hands of her servant who would deliver it only upon the time when Gwenneth may have been inquired about. Decidedly Gwenneth had chosen to head to Harad. The young scholar had always shown an interest in the people and their ways, so had opted to indulgle herself by making it her first point of interest. She had been certain that inside of Harad laid an endless resource of knowledge and things to explore, the type of distraction she was desperately in need of as her quiet heart ached over the pains of betrayal and death of her parents. So how it was the lady had wound up lying on her back inside of a small ditch was a conumdrum. She had been traveling a long a road that seemed to somehow hug the White Mountain - which had been one of the first hints that she was really truly lost - and had been far too focused on her map when she'd taken the tumble. She'd spilled over her dress down the few feet of hill and landed in a mess at the bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad if the worst of it was that she had lost her map and muddied her dress, but it also seemed that in the same breath she'd managed to sprain her ankle as well. What a horrible adventurer she was making. So both frustrated and miffed, Gwenneth struggled to get herself up on her one good foot and hopped up back to the road. There she took a few minutes, intentionally delaying the point where she knew she would have to walk again and tidied her hair and smoothed out her gown. Remaining out on the road once night fell would not have been wise and she was certaiin enough that if she continued to follow the road she would wind up in some small town or village before sunset. Still, with her ankle as sore as it was that task was no longer as easy or realistic as it might have first seemed. Once she was certain she had no choice and had convinced herself her ankle was fine, she took a first step onto the bad ankle and nearly toppled over again from the pain. It shot up her body as sharp as lightning and immediately she wrenched her leg from the ground wth a muffled cry. At this rate, reaching anywhere would take ages. But what other choice did she have? Stubburn as she was, Gwenneth continued to hobble along the side of the road. Using her good leg to carry the entire weight of her body while only limping to briskly touch her bad foot to the ground and immediately hopped it back up again. |
| Deleted User | 22 Nov 2008, 03:36 AM Post #2 |
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For such a savage people the land of the Riddermark was a complete bore. All formalities and niceties without even a hint of scandalous going ons. Fhaleen hoped for a taste of the "exotic" but nothing seemed worth the effort or possible. Not enough marks and a whole lot of security watching his every move. They finished a tentative agreement and he couldn't wait to leave and get this trip over with. So far the trip didn't go exactly as planned, perhaps he expected too much. Anticipation and expectation does distort things which was something Fhaleen knew all too well. He should have brought more girls from the town he laughed to himself taking a smoke of some pipe weed he received as a gift. The image of him sharing a cup of Label with the King of the Horse people stuck in his head. What would his father have thought of him drinking and eating with the people who were only years ago sworn enemies. Nothing well of course but then his father didn't approve much of anything he had done. He shrugged. The mountains reminded him of home, there was something about being away from his lands. It was like he felt more sentimental or something, the horror. Calling for a drink he instead grabs the whole bottle from his servant hands and starts to down it. Today would be a long day and he wasn't planning on being sober for much of it. In the distance something catches his eye as he calls to the carriages to stop. There was a girl coming toward them alone even from a horse. "Finally" he thought getting down from the carriage. In Rohan Fhaleen decided against seeking a common girl since of course this was a special occasion. However boredom and poor self reflections set in and he'd be happy to bed something new to "clear" his mind. Her clothes was in poor condition, dirty, not well taken care of from what he could see. He considered turning around but as they locked eyes he could not turn away. Gaining his composure back he put on a slight smile as they stood face to face. "You shouldn't be walking around on that leg you know. Please let me help you." he said moving toward her. As he bends to lift her he could see the obvious tension in her even slightly moving backward. Getting back to his feet with a sneer. "Don't get out much do you?" Being spurned and by a foreigner gave Fhaleen a slight sting that in some way he enjoyed. "I know my people are not well liked but judging by the situation your in it would have been smart to atleast fake accepting my company till we got into a town. I could have accepted that." He says piercing his eyes into her before turning. |
| Deleted User | 22 Nov 2008, 01:45 PM Post #3 |
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When she had had first seen the wagon coming she had subconsciously started to slow her gait. Whether it was in hopeful anticipation of help or in the stir of her nerves that wasn't certain about accepting it from a stranger. Gwenneth hummed and ha'ed to herself as it slowed and the man, incredibly young and handsome, hopped out from its small door. She, so caught up in staring at his angel face, wasn't aware that he had approached unabashed and nearly scooped her up into his arms before he paused. Immediatetly she blushed a deep scarlet red for both her rude silence and the way she had openly stared at him. Not to mention the thought of being up in his arms. "Oh no, please wait won't you?" Her voice not only a string of pleasantry but the type of perfected speaking gained only by station and or wealthy parents. Yes her dress was muddied, but if he were to take a second glance down along her body, his eyes might notice the attention to detail in the embroidery or the fine type of material it was made of. That was if he got past the healthy shape of her physique frst. "You must forgive me, kind sir. I was simply stunned and overcome by the pain you see. I had not meant, I would not want...." She sighed at herself for her baffled way with words when it came to men and lowered her eyes a little to one side. "I would never mean to nsult you or your generosity." As silly as it was, Gwenneth couldn't help but sheepishly glance back toward the male. There were so many fine young men in Gondor, all young and handsome, in their various ways that she found it quite odd how taken she was by his features. Noting especially the deep broody colour of his eyes and the formation of his mouth. He was nothing at all like the males of Gondor, retaining a raw sort of male beauty above anythng she'd seen before. From his becoming looks alone she surmised he had not been of Gondors people and frowned at her ill manners when he assumed she had not liked him because his people were out of favor. "Please, before you go. Forgive my impertinence, I may know nothing of who your people are but understand their ill favor must be thought so in poor judgement. There are so few who would have so easily offered assistance as you that I doubt very highly you've come anywhere but from from a place of kind heart and nobility." She struggled but did her best to pull off a half curtsy. Biting back on her tongue to keep the cry of pain that threatened to spring from her lips silenced. After her conduct she no longer honestly hoped for help, so Gwennneth concentrated on just receiving the males forgiveness before she continued on with walking the road alone. "Forgive me." |
| Deleted User | 24 Nov 2008, 06:17 AM Post #4 |
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Fhaleen stood with his back toward the girl listening attentively as she go on. If she had been lying she sure as hell was good at it, he was convinced at sincerity not that it matter. Those pretty eyes meeting his as he turn to face her once again. Fhaleen smiled. He could not help but imagine a predator circling his wounded prey slowly drawing out the rush of the kill. "Your cloak is of fine material though dirtied." he spoke softly. "It would certainly be a curse unto me not to help out those in need certainly a Lady of Gondor." Extending his hand their eyes never parted until at once he had lifted her into his arms. For a moment her head burrowed into his chest rubbing softly. He had been around enough women in his time to instantly know she was not well versed with men but it was just the fact of her not knowing the affect of her slight maneuverings that made them so seductive. He could not help but be enticed. Placing her down on the outside cart he told her to wait just a moment heading behind the carriage. The other carriages begin moving as Fhaleen returns he could see some confusion in her eyes. Getting up on the cart Fhaleen moves to the side of her. "I have told my servant to set you a hot bath and put out some clothes and other provisions for you if you require it." Holding up a jug he continues. "Some honey milk with plant, it is good for relaxing the muscles." Placing the jug on the floor he reaches over placing his hand on her foot and gently caressing it as he lifts it and places in on his knee. Tilting his head to the side he looks upon her as he begins rubbing the milk on her ankle. "I'm Fhaleen." |
| Deleted User | 25 Nov 2008, 01:49 AM Post #5 |
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Gwenneth was pleasantly surprised and thankful when the man returned to assist despite their momentary lapse of understanding. She was also happy to accept his hand this time with a small smile on her face. However, the small slipped into something more similar to shock as he easily overtook her weight and swept her into his arms in one fluid swoop. So quick in fact that she let out a small gasp of surprise before she was was naturally cradled inside of his arms. "Oh. I...well, thank you...." demurely she mumbles without even attempting to say another word. It was an awkward moment for her, uncertain of where or how she should settle her weight inside of this strangers arms. Surely it wasn't appropriate to encourage such things but there was nothing she could really do to hold on except gingerly lace her one arm around his shoulder and neck for support while its counterpart rested timidly along her stomach. He set her down and curiously disappeared right after. Her brows furrowed with confusion, having had no time to talk and question his doings. So she focused on her foot, the throbbing pain at her ankle and most anything that wasn't the nervous flutter of butterflies that stampeded like Olephants inside of her stomach. When the male returned, he moved swiftly with a type of easiness that suggested confidence and a good upbringing. A trait that had her curiosity lingering like a beast in the back of her mind. It was hard to believe, no matter where he was from, someone with such a fine demeanor could be thought ill of and if a place could raise a male of such quality how could it be so bad? Then it hit her. His words and his touch, gently soothing his ointment down along her ankle to ease the pain. Sharply she took a breath in and dashed her eyes away. Cursing the fading sun for its lingering light that made her scarlet blush anything other than invisible. "Thank you, Fhaleen. For your help. I'm Gwenneth Marroc, daughter of..." But she caught herself before she piped her fathers name. Could she really still introduce herself as the child of a man who most recently had sworn Gondor its enemy? So instead she recovered speedily and instead offered out her mothers name. "Leoynna of the DĂșnedain." |
| Deleted User | 25 Nov 2008, 09:53 AM Post #6 |
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Fhaleen's head slightly straightens at the pause in her speak. Ladies of any realm do not simply go traveling on their own neither do folks name their mother in introducing themselves. There was of course some exception but by the pause he could surmise some event with her father was the catalyst of her departure. This was turning out to be quite interesting, at least given the amount of interest one could have in the middle of no where. "Think nothing of it Gwenneth Marroc, daughter of Leoynna." Rising to his feet with the jug in hand he looks down with a pleasant expression and continues. "We'll if you'll excuse me I have urgent business to attend to. The bath should be ready if you'd like, your ankle should be sufficiently healed enough to walk on again shortly to reach the town I had passed which isn't that far from here. Also I'll have my servant prepare a package of food and drink and ointment for you if you should need it in your travels." Turning he opens the door to the carriage but stops before entering looking back at Gwenneth. "My servant is going to be preparing some roasted pork and vegetables for supper. I'd love for you to join me if of course you are not too much in a rush." he says with a warm smile entering the carriage in haste. She may be useful indeed. Fhaleen tells himself as he begins to light sweet smelling candles in anticipation. |
| Deleted User | 28 Nov 2008, 01:38 AM Post #7 |
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Gwenneth took the time to consider Fhaleen's offer. Ever aware of what society thought as unacceptable or acceptable behavior. It was true that a young lady without an escort would not often dine alone with an unmarried man but in this case, he had helped her with a rare generosity and his servants seemed a constant presence amongst them. Dining with him would not only be appropriate to show gratitude but Gwenneth found it no hardship to keep his company either. "I would love to join you." She nods, convinced and confident of her choice. Taking a long moment to go over her hair and dress with a deeper type of scrutiny. Making sure the dark chocolate locks were smooth and neat on her head and took the most time to brush off her dress and boots until there was little to no evidence left of the mud that had been on them. Gwenneth washed her hands in a basin of warm water that had been supplied and glancing herself over decided she was adequately cleaned of the mess to entertain inside of Fahleens carriage without making a muck of it. Then, with an obvious amount of effort she did her best to hop up from the ground and onto the carriages step. Cautious not to place her weight on her wrong foot as she stepped and followed him inside. "In all honesty, I have become so mixed up in my map I'm not truthfully certain of my location. Perhaps, if you would not mind doing me one more favor, I could travel back towards Gondor with you to gain my bearings. It might do some good starting fresh on familiar ground." Reveling in the comfort of the carriage, Gwenneth took a seat across from Fahleen and offered a modest smile. The pain from her ankle somewhat lessened by the remedy Fahleen had applied. Not walking on it for awhile longer could only benefit it further. "Would you mind my asking Fahleen, of where you come from?" |
| Deleted User | 30 Nov 2008, 09:53 PM Post #8 |
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Fhaleen sat with a coy look studying the females movements. Her every move had grace to it though not fluid more of a practiced composure not practical. Definitely not nobility but high enough in the court to know such good graces. She'd certainly do. Fhaleen thought. "In all honesty, I have become so mixed up in my map I'm not truthfully certain of my location. Perhaps, if you would not mind doing me one more favor, I could travel back towards Gondor with you to gain my bearings. It might do some good starting fresh on familiar ground." He always felt the higher beings held him in favor but even Fhaleen thought it unfair to put such a girl into that situation. It would be night soon and with only one servant girl they would have to stop till day as they would never reach Gondor in time. Together they would have to share the carriage with the servant outside on her cot. It was if a deer come lay next to a resting but hungry lion. "Hmm." Fhaleen says pausing as if to think about it. "I guess that will be fine." Listening to her continue Fhaleen reaches over grabbing two cups filling them with wine. Reaching over he hands her a cup just as she finishing asking her question. "Dorwinion. It is a province along the Sea of Rhun." Taking a drink of his wine he continues. "My home lay right on the beach. The sounds of the tide as it waves unto the beach in the morn. White sands soft like walking on pillowed floor as far as the eye can see." Placing his drink down he reaches inside a bag pulling out a book while speaking. "Great gardens fill the land with rich fruits and grapes for wine." Looking back he smiles softly. "But let me show you." moving to her side opening the book in his hands with sketches of Dorwinion and handing it to her. Fhaleen looked at her looking at the book. Every so often placing his hand gently on back pointing something out or on her hand as she turn a page. He was always a fool for brunettes. A knock at the carriage door and his servant began putting out their dinner. The delicious scent filling the cabin as Fhaleen poured two more drinks for them. Now across from either other Fhaleen looks into her eyes with a smile. "Perhaps now would be a good time to tell me about yourself such as how you come to be walking alone in the countryside for example." |
| Deleted User | 3 Dec 2008, 04:59 AM Post #9 |
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Gwenneth could not help but marvel at the exquisite drawings placed before her. The cup of wine in one hand and her pages eagerly but tenderly flicking through the artist book in another. Her large blue eyes ate up the magnificent images one by one and for a moment she forgot about Fahleen's closeness to her body or the alluring smell of his fragrance and soaps that drifted around him. "Ah," she nods understanding. "I have heard and studied of Dorwinion during my time in the library. You are fortunate to live in such a place. I for one, can only imagine the sea in my mind or through these wonderfully crafted drawings. Never having traveled far enough to see them with my own eyes." She took a few sips of her wine as she spoke, drinking it much slower than Fahleen had his glass. In fact by the time the servant arrived to fill in the carriage with some fine food, she still had not finished her first and stared dauntingly at the second which had been poured. Gwenneth was, surprisingly, far from considered an easy drunk but she was reluctant to test her limits in the presence of a gentleman. A very handsome and friendly gentleman. When Fahleen moved to sit back across her and peck at her dinner, she felt a little easier about the wine. If he had meant to woo her in a drunken stupor would he not have sat a little closer? In truth the whole concept baffled her. She was clueless when it came to trying to figure out his intentions or what each little detail might have suggested. So she made the decision to not think about any of it. If a warning to be weary arrived, she was certain it would be bold and plain faced for her to understand. Not cryptic and full of doubt. Her smile lit up in return to his own, a beautiful thing that warmed the inside of the carriage better than the food or the candles managed. Gwenneth simply had that air of energy and life. Youthful, promising potential that could lead her into greatness. "Well," she pondered about just how much detail she should share. Glancing him over with a shy curiosity before continuing. "I've recently inherited a bit of freedom, more than I had before or at least more than I was aware of. King Elessar, a wise man that I feel very akin to, gave his blessing of my sabbatical to study the world in a more hands on practice. Assuming I return in good time." It couldn't be helped that when she mentioned Aragorn, her smile was innately more intimate. Not the sort of romantic affair a lady in love would wear but a smile that implied she was earnestly familiar with the King on a personal level of some sort. |
| Deleted User | 3 Dec 2008, 08:06 PM Post #10 |
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Fhaleen's mind raced. No doubt he could use whatever favor this girl had with the King to quickly get on his good side but therein many questions arise. Scenario after scenario crept into his mind and multiplied like a virus. He had learned on the field of battle years ago that after a certain point instinct had to be the ultimate judge on how to proceed. Much of his future plans started with this trip and everything had to be perfect. For now he would focus on the job ahead of him, making Gwenneth sufficiently in love with him that she would do nearly anything for him. This one was proving to be quite elusive thus far, an admirable trait. Very little sign of flirtatiousness in her as if she would only react rather than initiate. Every move of his deflected for the most part by the shield of "properness". There was something perversely erotic to strip a girl of formalities. To watch the change from Lady to Devil of his making. He believed all women had a little devil inside them yearning to come out, they just had different ways of unleashing it. "You know I'm actually on my way to see the King, if possible of course. It is my hope that we may work out a deal of trade and that one day your people my visit my shores to learn more of my people. For you though I would offer a special invitation to visit my lands if your travels ever bring you east. It would be a great pleasure to guide you in a experience of Rhunic life." Normally his plate would have been fully devoured but it was only half eaten before turning it away. Too much excitement and anticipation inside him to do anything else but revel in the moment. The meal now complete he excused himself returning with his servant and musical instrument in hand. Going to a corner of the carriage the servant begins to play softly with the sound filling the room. Sitting across from Gwenneth once again he begins just loud enough to be heard above the sounds of music. "I was wondering if you would do me a favor of my own. Like you this is my first real trip outside of my country and I have been cataloging the entire thing. And I was wondering if you would pose for a picture of mine?" He says nonchalantly looking her directly in her eye. After a few second pause in which he did not move only stare he continued. "I could hardly imagine a better subject." Finally letting out a playful smile he gestured for her to lay on the extra cushioned part of the carriage meant for his bed. "It'll be fun." |
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