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Aragorn, Faramir and Eowyn
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Date Posted: 17:01:50 06/14/02 Fri
Reluctantly Aragorn pushed himself out of the rapidly cooling water. He towel dried his hair swiftly and was pulling on his shirt as Cannyc entered. "I'm sorry your majesty but it seems the Lord Faramir will be unable to attend you."
"Oh really?” Aragorn asked, fetching a pair of trousers from the floor as he did so. “Why?"
"He is...ah...indisposed."
"Is he now? Well I suppose I'll just have to go undispose him then." "My lord, I'm not sure if that is a wise..." the man broke off guiltily. "Most of my decisions these days have been less than wise, Cannyc. Why break a tradition." He strode out the door, purposefully the servant spluttering behind him: "Yes sire, I'm sure..."
"Go and sit down man before you give yourself a heart attack." As he walked on Aragorn could hear Cannyc's footsteps falter then stop. Aragorn grinned quietly to himself and bounded up the stairs bounded up the spiral stairs that lead to the steward’s apartments. He almost walked into the person who was slowly making their way down the same stone steps. "Sam?"
"Strider, it is you. I thought it was."
"How long have you been here?"
"Two months, it's just you've been so busy and we didn't want to disturb you."
"The distraction is a welcome one I assure you. It's so wonderful to see you again Sam." Aragorn hugged his diminuative friend impulsively. "Come by my study later today. I would love to stay and talk but I have some urgent business to attend to. I'm sorry." Sam assured him that it was no problem and Aragorn continued his climb. Faramir's door stood dark and forbidding. I'll give him indisposed, he thought a tinge of a smile appearing at the corner. He banged loudly on the door. "Faramir are you in there? This is your king. Open up!"
Faramir turned softly, almost asleep. His disturbance can from the door, and he turned expecting to see it blown off the hinges at the force of the knock. "What the...?" He muttered underneath his breath as he sat up. It was as he did this that the woman next to him stirred also. "Eowyn," he hissed, although now, the incident seemed more amusing than menacing. "Eowyn," Faramir’s eyes flashed with a kind of laughter, "Elessars here, at the door!" He threw himself out from under the sheets, and pulled on clothes frantically. Calling out, his voice still laden with sleep, "I'm coming, wait a moment!"
Eowyn giggled and dived under the sheets, then realising how the shaking of her laughter did nothing to conceal her. Faramir's words that Elessar was outside the door suddenly sunk in. Elessar. She quickly jumped from the bed and pulled on one of Faramir's shirts that was lying over the back of a chair and slipped it on. Running to kiss her husband before leaving she hastily whispered "good luck" and then slipped through the hidden passageway that led to her room.
Outside the door Aragorn tried desperately to wipe the smile, that threatened to break out, off his face and arrange his features into some semblance of noble outrage and dignity. The door was flung open. “Faramir, such a pleasant surprise. Follow me please.” He was vaguely aware that the steward had buttoned his shirt incorrectly but their errand was far more important than the opportunity to snipe at Faramir. “I don’t know about you but I think those assassins have spent long enough rotting in my dungeons. They must’ve had time by now to conceive some believable excuse for why they tried to kill me.”
Faramir trailed behind him quietly and Aragorn, uncomfortable with the silence spoke again. “You do remember me talking to you about this?”
“Of course.”
“Then lets go."
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