Title: The Flower of Gondor
Summary: Brothers Boromir and Faramir find a girl in the woods and take her back to their own house, she's lost and in need of a family. Will Denethor allow her to stay and can she fit in with people so different from her own?
Genre: Drama, angst, romance, action, adventure.
Warnings: None, no slash, no sex scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of the characters except the girl, she is my idea and came from an inspiration from another one of my stories I wrote, "From Bottom To Top".
Autheress Note: This is set when Boromir is seventeen, and Faramir twelve, or the year 2995. ~
Two brothers, very much alike in looks were making their way through the forest close to their home. The elder one by five years, Boromir, was leading the way, the younger one, Faramir followed close behind him listening for the sounds of deer and other animals that they could possibly hunt for.
"Don't make so much noise Boromir." Faramir whispered to his elder brother.
"I am not the one making all the noise dear brother." Boromir answered back.
"I haven't seen anything for the past hour Boromir, can we go back and practice weaponry? At least we actually get to do something there." Faramir sighed.
"I told father I would bring him a deer for dinner tonight." Boromir protested.
"He knows you really aren't going to catch one." Faramir whispered mostly to himself, unfortunately a little too loud.
"I heard that." Boromir turned and glared at his brother.
"Sorry." Faramir shrugged, "Truth hurts."
Boromir narrowed his eyes but said nothing else.
Something caught Faramir's eye suddenly, it was a flash of red among the dark trees, "Boromir, did you see that?!"
"See what?" Boromir turned and aimed his bow towards where Faramir was looking.
"It was red, I don't think it was an animal." Faramir pushed Boromir's bow down.
"Hello?" Boromir called out to the woods.
The two boys stood waiting for something to happen, nothing did. Boromir sighed and turned to start back towards their home, "Come on, you're right, let's go back."
Both boys turned to see a young girl, dressed in red, holding lightly onto a tree.
"Hello." Faramir smiled at her, "What are you doing out in the woods by yourself, it's not safe for little girls you know."
The girl didn't say anything but closed her eyes and slowly fell backwards into the flowers.
Boromir and Faramir ran to her aid immediately.
"Careful!" Boromir warned his brother as they knelt over the beautiful girl, she couldn't be anymore than fifteen or sixteen. The girl half opened her eyes and looked up at Boromir, he knew she needed to be taken to the infirmary.
"I'll carry her." Boromir gently slid his arms under her light body and lifted her off the ground, little flowers from the ground her sticking in her, she looked like a fallen goddess, more beautiful than either the boys had ever seen.
As Boromir lifted her something slid from her hands that neither of the boys noticed, a small pendant that had been hanging from her neck but had recently broken off. It slid from her delicate hands and dropped to a nest in the flowers where it lay for years to come.
Boromir tried to hurry as fast as he could without letting the girl be bounced around in his arms.
They made it back to Minas Tirith without much delay and had to make their way up the levels to their own palace infirmary. Boromir sent Faramir to fetch the head healer right away.
"What is it my boys?" The healer came in looking startled.
"We found her in the woods, she just fell down." Faramir explained quickly. The healer moved in and started looking over the girl, in a few moments he looked quite relieved, "Well I'm glad to tell you that she is fine, she just needs some water and food. I'd say she has been wondering by herself for quite some time and, another interesting discovery I have made it she is an elf." The healer smiled at the boys.
"A what?" Boromir had thought he had heard the healer wrong.
"An elf." The healer moved the girls long brown hair away from her ears to reveal their pointed tips.
"She is an elf." Faramir said in a state of small wonder.
"Yes. After I wake her we will bring her to the court where you may all eat together and learn why she has come here." The healer gathered his herbs and waved them under the girl's noise. Soon enough her eyes fluttered open. She looked around a bit confused of where she was.
"Hello, my dear, you are quite all right here. These two found you in the woods where you fainted and have brought you back here." The healer smiled and stood.
"Where, where am I?" The girl shook her head.
"You are in Gondor, in the house of Denethor, son of Ecthelion and Steward of Gondor." The healer said in his calming voice.
"Oh." The girl obviously didn't quite understand.
"Come, Boromir and Faramir here with take you to get some food, that is all you need to fell better. Remember not too eat to much or too fast, it will make your stomach upset." The healer smiled and left the room. The girls' eyes lit up at the sound of food, she had obviously not eaten a full meal in quite some time.
"Come, we'll take you." Boromir offered his arm to the girl who sat up slowly and gently placed her hand on his arm, "I am Boromir and this is my younger brother Faramir, we are the sons of Denethor."
"Oh, I am Ciara." The girl replied softly, looking around in wonder at the sights before her.
"You are an elf?" Faramir asked and receiving a bitter look from his brother.
"Yes, I am. You are not, I can tell." Ciara nodded and looked at Faramir.
"We have never seen an elf before. You are not so very different." Faramir looked in wonder at Ciara.
"I have never seen mortals before." Ciara smiled back at Faramir and Boromir and was silenced as she entered the formidable hall that Denethor occupied, he was already sitting at the long table, waiting for his sons to arrive.
"You are late today." Denethor looked up as the three entered.
"Sorry father. I would like to introduce you to Ciara, we found her in the woods, that is why we are late." Boromir introduced Ciara and she smiled and bowed at the steward.
"Welcome, Ciara, tell me what were you doing in the woods that my boys had to find you?" Denethor had barely even given her so much as a glance and went straight to eating.
"Let us sit and eat and you can tell us your story, Ciara." Boromir suggested and pulled out a seat for Ciara to sit.
The three sat down and both Faramir and Boromir looked expectantly at Ciara for her story. Denethor, though ate his food like there was nothing unusual going on in his halls.
"Well, you know I am an elf-" Ciara said and Denethor looked at her covered ears instinctively, "I was born in Rivendell, though I don't remember my real mother or father. They both died very shortly after I was born, captured by orcs. I was raised a little by everyone there and never had a family of my own. I wanted to see the world so I left about a year ago and I have been traveling ever since, though mostly into elven realms. Somehow I ended up our here away from all I knew and I ran out of food and water and you two found me in the forest." Ciara stopped and looked up, "I want to thank you for that by the way." She smiled at the brothers.
"It was out duty to protect you and that's all." Boromir smiled back at her.
"Well, Ciara, that is an interesting story you have there. When do you plan to return to Rivendell and your people then?" Denethor sat back in his chair, pleased with his feast.
"I don't really want to go back actually. I don't fit in there, or anywhere really. I don't know what I want to do." Ciara looked down at the table and fell silent.
"Well, until you decide you must stay here with us, we have more than enough rooms for you to stay in." Boromir suggested excitedly, "Is that okay father?" Boromir asked.
"If that is what you want my son." Denethor nodded and stood to take his leave, "You can show her to a room and get her some more clothing, I will place her keeping into your hands." Denethor nodded to his sons and left the room.
"I must say sorry for my father, he is a nice man-"
"Once you get to know him." Faramir cut in on his brother.
"Yes, he will warm up in time, I know he will." Boromir smiled hopefully.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. You two are the nicest anyone has ever been to me." Ciara smiled happily and picked delicately at her food.
~
Summary: Brothers Boromir and Faramir find a girl in the woods and take her back to their own house, she's lost and in need of a family. Will Denethor allow her to stay and can she fit in with people so different from her own?
Genre: Drama, angst, romance, action, adventure.
Warnings: None, no slash, no sex scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of the characters except the girl, she is my idea and came from an inspiration from another one of my stories I wrote, "From Bottom To Top".
Autheress Note: This is set when Boromir is seventeen, and Faramir twelve, or the year 2995. ~
Two brothers, very much alike in looks were making their way through the forest close to their home. The elder one by five years, Boromir, was leading the way, the younger one, Faramir followed close behind him listening for the sounds of deer and other animals that they could possibly hunt for.
"Don't make so much noise Boromir." Faramir whispered to his elder brother.
"I am not the one making all the noise dear brother." Boromir answered back.
"I haven't seen anything for the past hour Boromir, can we go back and practice weaponry? At least we actually get to do something there." Faramir sighed.
"I told father I would bring him a deer for dinner tonight." Boromir protested.
"He knows you really aren't going to catch one." Faramir whispered mostly to himself, unfortunately a little too loud.
"I heard that." Boromir turned and glared at his brother.
"Sorry." Faramir shrugged, "Truth hurts."
Boromir narrowed his eyes but said nothing else.
Something caught Faramir's eye suddenly, it was a flash of red among the dark trees, "Boromir, did you see that?!"
"See what?" Boromir turned and aimed his bow towards where Faramir was looking.
"It was red, I don't think it was an animal." Faramir pushed Boromir's bow down.
"Hello?" Boromir called out to the woods.
The two boys stood waiting for something to happen, nothing did. Boromir sighed and turned to start back towards their home, "Come on, you're right, let's go back."
Both boys turned to see a young girl, dressed in red, holding lightly onto a tree.
"Hello." Faramir smiled at her, "What are you doing out in the woods by yourself, it's not safe for little girls you know."
The girl didn't say anything but closed her eyes and slowly fell backwards into the flowers.
Boromir and Faramir ran to her aid immediately.
"Careful!" Boromir warned his brother as they knelt over the beautiful girl, she couldn't be anymore than fifteen or sixteen. The girl half opened her eyes and looked up at Boromir, he knew she needed to be taken to the infirmary.
"I'll carry her." Boromir gently slid his arms under her light body and lifted her off the ground, little flowers from the ground her sticking in her, she looked like a fallen goddess, more beautiful than either the boys had ever seen.
As Boromir lifted her something slid from her hands that neither of the boys noticed, a small pendant that had been hanging from her neck but had recently broken off. It slid from her delicate hands and dropped to a nest in the flowers where it lay for years to come.
Boromir tried to hurry as fast as he could without letting the girl be bounced around in his arms.
They made it back to Minas Tirith without much delay and had to make their way up the levels to their own palace infirmary. Boromir sent Faramir to fetch the head healer right away.
"What is it my boys?" The healer came in looking startled.
"We found her in the woods, she just fell down." Faramir explained quickly. The healer moved in and started looking over the girl, in a few moments he looked quite relieved, "Well I'm glad to tell you that she is fine, she just needs some water and food. I'd say she has been wondering by herself for quite some time and, another interesting discovery I have made it she is an elf." The healer smiled at the boys.
"A what?" Boromir had thought he had heard the healer wrong.
"An elf." The healer moved the girls long brown hair away from her ears to reveal their pointed tips.
"She is an elf." Faramir said in a state of small wonder.
"Yes. After I wake her we will bring her to the court where you may all eat together and learn why she has come here." The healer gathered his herbs and waved them under the girl's noise. Soon enough her eyes fluttered open. She looked around a bit confused of where she was.
"Hello, my dear, you are quite all right here. These two found you in the woods where you fainted and have brought you back here." The healer smiled and stood.
"Where, where am I?" The girl shook her head.
"You are in Gondor, in the house of Denethor, son of Ecthelion and Steward of Gondor." The healer said in his calming voice.
"Oh." The girl obviously didn't quite understand.
"Come, Boromir and Faramir here with take you to get some food, that is all you need to fell better. Remember not too eat to much or too fast, it will make your stomach upset." The healer smiled and left the room. The girls' eyes lit up at the sound of food, she had obviously not eaten a full meal in quite some time.
"Come, we'll take you." Boromir offered his arm to the girl who sat up slowly and gently placed her hand on his arm, "I am Boromir and this is my younger brother Faramir, we are the sons of Denethor."
"Oh, I am Ciara." The girl replied softly, looking around in wonder at the sights before her.
"You are an elf?" Faramir asked and receiving a bitter look from his brother.
"Yes, I am. You are not, I can tell." Ciara nodded and looked at Faramir.
"We have never seen an elf before. You are not so very different." Faramir looked in wonder at Ciara.
"I have never seen mortals before." Ciara smiled back at Faramir and Boromir and was silenced as she entered the formidable hall that Denethor occupied, he was already sitting at the long table, waiting for his sons to arrive.
"You are late today." Denethor looked up as the three entered.
"Sorry father. I would like to introduce you to Ciara, we found her in the woods, that is why we are late." Boromir introduced Ciara and she smiled and bowed at the steward.
"Welcome, Ciara, tell me what were you doing in the woods that my boys had to find you?" Denethor had barely even given her so much as a glance and went straight to eating.
"Let us sit and eat and you can tell us your story, Ciara." Boromir suggested and pulled out a seat for Ciara to sit.
The three sat down and both Faramir and Boromir looked expectantly at Ciara for her story. Denethor, though ate his food like there was nothing unusual going on in his halls.
"Well, you know I am an elf-" Ciara said and Denethor looked at her covered ears instinctively, "I was born in Rivendell, though I don't remember my real mother or father. They both died very shortly after I was born, captured by orcs. I was raised a little by everyone there and never had a family of my own. I wanted to see the world so I left about a year ago and I have been traveling ever since, though mostly into elven realms. Somehow I ended up our here away from all I knew and I ran out of food and water and you two found me in the forest." Ciara stopped and looked up, "I want to thank you for that by the way." She smiled at the brothers.
"It was out duty to protect you and that's all." Boromir smiled back at her.
"Well, Ciara, that is an interesting story you have there. When do you plan to return to Rivendell and your people then?" Denethor sat back in his chair, pleased with his feast.
"I don't really want to go back actually. I don't fit in there, or anywhere really. I don't know what I want to do." Ciara looked down at the table and fell silent.
"Well, until you decide you must stay here with us, we have more than enough rooms for you to stay in." Boromir suggested excitedly, "Is that okay father?" Boromir asked.
"If that is what you want my son." Denethor nodded and stood to take his leave, "You can show her to a room and get her some more clothing, I will place her keeping into your hands." Denethor nodded to his sons and left the room.
"I must say sorry for my father, he is a nice man-"
"Once you get to know him." Faramir cut in on his brother.
"Yes, he will warm up in time, I know he will." Boromir smiled hopefully.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. You two are the nicest anyone has ever been to me." Ciara smiled happily and picked delicately at her food.
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