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Madjael and Namün
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Date Posted: 18:25:18 06/10/02 Mon
Namün clutched the robe about her body, wishing now that she’d stopped to get dressed before storming out. Of course, that would have defeated the point of storming out, but it was still cold, and she wasn’t wearing anything but an oversized dressing gown.
His mother stared disapprovingly at Madjael, her eyes darkening into a fiercesome glare. "I've been hearing some rather interesting things about you, my son." Madjael gulped - unsure where the conversation was headed. Whatever it was though, he thought stating the obvious, it was not good. He looked at the ground and gulped. His mother wasn't the nicest of people to start off with, and she nearly always seemed to treat him as though he himself was a servant. He felt Anawiel slip her hand into his, squeezing the tips of his fingers. It was comforting and he smiled gratefully at his friend.
"Yes mother - what is wrong now?" he asked reluctantly.
She spotted Madjael with the red headed girl whose name she didn’t know in the courtyard, but didn’t acknowledge them. Tears were too close now for her to embroil herself in some new conflict. She was half way to the opposite door and back into the warm when she heard Mirwan.
"...my son."
"What is wrong!? What is wrong!? I'll tell you what's wrong! You and the local barmaid - that is what's wrong! What do you think you are? Some sort of male whore?! Flinging your manhood around like that! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Obviously that something has rubbed off of that Namün girl!"
"MOTHER! Please!" his eyes flashed to Namün's retreating figure, begging silently 'maybe she didn't hear, maybe she didn't hear, please don't let her have heard what she just said!'
Namün stopped in her tracks. No, no, please no!
But it was true. Mirwan was speaking to Madjael. Mirwan was Madjael's mother!!!
A thousand thoughts rushed into her head at once, as sudden realisation dawned. The blood drained from her face, blanching the golden skin and turning her lips white. She saw Madjael's eyes flick towards her stunned figure. Giving him one accusing glance of hurt and betrayal, she turned and fled.
He saw Namün's look and it bore right through him. Nearly brought tears to his eyes. A voice echoed around his mind. 'Go Madjael. Or you'll lose everything. Even those things you never had. I'll keep your mother busy.' He knew it was Anawiel, but Madjael did not wait to thank her as he began to run after Namün's flailing black hair. "Namün! Please stop! Please! Let me explain! I'm sorry! Please just stop!" He called after her, but it was no use. Namün was either too stubborn or too upset to talk to him. He grabbed at the sleeve of her robe, pulling her round to face him.
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"Namün, wait. What's wrong?"
"How could you, Madjael?" she asked him tearfully.
"How could I what?"
"She's your mother! I'm sorry if I hurt you, but did I really deserve all this?"
"All what?"
She faltered uncertainly, for the first time unsure of Madjael's position as the enemy. "You didn't know?" she whispered. "You didn't ask her to have me beaten?"
"What?! What do you mean, she beats you? She'd never do that! I know sometimes she's unfair and....well," Madjael searched for the right word, "a little testy - to say the least - but beating a servant? Beating you? She wouldn't......" He trailed off. Of course she'd beat a servant. She'd done that to Madjael when he was younger - but it was only because she cared about him and didn't want him to make mistakes. It was banned, wasn't it? Mirwan wasn't the type of person to break a rule, let alone a law.
"Are you trying to tell me that you have no idea of what's happened?" she shouted through her tears. "Don't you ever stop thinking about yourself long enough to find out what's been going on?"
"I beg your pardon! Forgive me if I'm wrong - but you aren't exactly the Valar's gift to Middle Earth! I do actually have feelings, even though there is only one person who bothers to find out what they are! I am not going to let you make me feel guiltier than I already do! In case you'd had forgotten - it's your fault in the first place I'm like this. What's you're excuse? You just packed your things and disappeared. Where have you been all this time? Why are you working here?"
A pause, and then, "And where did you get that scar?"
Suddenly, fighting with Madjael didn’t matter any more. There was no point in more childish sniping. All she wanted was to get the encounter over with and escape to somewhere she could cry in peace.
"I was raped." she told him flatly, in a shaking voice. She glared up at him resentfully. "Happy now?"
He stared at her for a long time, seemingly uncomprehending. "You...were..." he said slowly.
She nodded.
"Oh, Namün..."
There wasn't anything else he could say. He had no idea of how to deal with this. He drew her in towards him and wrapped his arms around her.
Overwhelmed by ghosts from her past, shock, anger, and upset at Aragorn, Namün finally broke down completely. Confused by the way Madjael was acting, and not knowing how to react to him, she simply let him hold her and sobbed into his chest, crying her heart out.
"Who did it? Do you know? Have you told anyone else? You're not...um...you know - are you?" Madjael had begun to babble out every thought that came into his head in a blind panic, "Gods! It wasn't the king was it?!" Namün just shook her head furiously into his shirt. He looked down at her and noticed the fold of her gown. It was a little more open than normal - and not leaving all that much to the imagination. He tried as discretely as possible to hide her modesty but he seemed to be shaking a little and his hand didn't quite go in the direction he had originally planned..
Realising what was happening, she pushed him away. Furiously, she wiped tears from her eyes and said shakily, "You just can't resist it, can you? Not even now."
"Namün, I'm sorry!" he called after her, but it was too late. She was already retreating from him, and the iron curtain dropped into place behind her.
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