Alassante's Fiction

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Chapter 1

Your Company

This is one of the first stories I ever posted. Please forgive the mistakes as I didn't know about betas then!

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When she heard his men outside talking, she ran to the bedroom and removed all of her clothing and slid under the covers. She heard him laughing as he opened the door to their living quarters. Pretending to be asleep, she listened as he had servants remove his armor and chain mail. The servant left and he walked into the room quietly. She watched him through partially closed eyes as he removed the rest of his clothing. Sliding into bed beside her, he leaned over to kiss her and saw her bare shoulder. Lightly lifting the covers, he saw she was completely nude under the covers. She tried to fake sleep but when he smiled brightly, she giggled.

“You have been awake this whole time have you not, my little temptress?” He said as he pulled her to him.

“Yes, of course. Your men announce your presence for days before you get here.” She said with a smile.

“I was going to get upset thinking you were sleeping in the nude when I was not here.”

His hand was sliding down her back to caress her buttocks. She was rubbing his hard muscular chest. She loved the way his body felt. She had never been with another man but she cannot imagine any man feeling as good as he did.

“I only sleep in the nude tonight waiting for you to come to me and ravish me.”

She smiled at him. He looked at her and realized she had come a long way from his former servant to where she was now.

Boromir knew his father would never approve but he loved her so much he did not care. He never told his father but if he had found out, Boromir would not let his father destroy this relationship. Lillianna was a one of a kind woman worth giving up everything for. Whether she was a servant or a queen she had something about her that made a person feel blessed to be in her company. He knew he felt blessed. He loved coming home to her after every mission, every battle, every victory, and even after every defeat. She made everything better for him. Faramir knew his true feelings for her and he knew that Faramir loved her as well. Faramir was the only other person he could be himself with and talk about things that matter to him other than her.

When the three of them went somewhere away from everyone else they would have the best time, laughing and joking and talking about important things. She was so caring, she hated his father for the way he treated Faramir. Even when Faramir tried to defend his father to her, she would get mad and say “Faramir, your father is evil and he has lost his mind. How the two of you came from his blood is beyond me. I personally think your mother was with another to have you two because you are nothing like him thankfully.”

She knew how Boromir suffered to live up to his father’s expectations even though he was the favored son. As far as she was concerned being the favored son of Lord Denethor was as difficult as being the least favorite son.

Either way, he was making their life miserable. She wished that Faramir had someone who could help to heal some of the damage his father had done to him over the years. She knew that Boromir counted on her for her support and understanding. They had been together for four years. He had taken her innocence in this very bed the night he married her. They had married in a secret ceremony in Osgiliath with only Faramir and some of Boromir’s closest friends present. Very few knew other than those at the ceremony: only the servants that helped her get ready and the priest who was close to the two brothers and thought their father was worthless as a Steward, as a father, and as a man. Boromir had resisted his father’s attempts at arranging a suitable marriage for him. In fact, Denethor had become very aggressive about it lately and Boromir was adamant that he would not marry now saying he was too young or too busy with his duties. He knew that some day he would have to tell his father but he had hoped for her to be pregnant when he did so he could not have the marriage annulled. So far she had not gotten pregnant but it was not for lack of trying.

Years Earlier
Boromir was laughing as he brought the woman into his chambers. He was drunk and she was willing. He had just come back in victory and he celebrating with his men. As he stumbled into his bedroom, the woman started kissing him passionately. He was so consumed with the kiss, he did not see the servant he almost knocked to the ground. When he heard a slight yelp, he turned to see the servant up against the door.

“Oh, I did not see you. Are you hurt?” He smiled.

“I am fine my lord. I will leave you to your….um… I will leave you now.” She said as she fled the room.

Boromir allowed the woman with him to drag him to the bed without another thought to the servant. She, on the other hand, was furious. It was bad enough that she had to be a servant because her father had enjoyed the drink so much that he drank away everything, including his honor and their house leaving her with nothing to do but become a servant or a whore. It was bad enough she had been assigned to the infamous precious son of Denethor but to now almost be trampled on his way to bed yet another woman in a string of many of the local women eager to share his bed. She wanted to scream. She hated him. She hated this place. She hated Minas Tirith. Choking back tears, she realized she hated her life period.

She saw all of the men celebrating in the streets overflowing from the pubs so she snuck away through the alleys so she would not be seen. One good thing about her master being drunk, he would sleep late and she would not have to be there in the early morning. The next day, she went to his chambers after noon when she saw the woman had depart. She was surprised to find his bedchambers empty but she was also relieved. Opening the curtains wide to let some sun in, she heard a groan. Turning quickly she saw Lord Boromir in the chair with his hand over his eyes.

“I am sorry, my lord.” She said as she rushed to close the curtains back.

Cursing to herself, she began to run around the room doing the cleaning as if he were not there.

From the dark corner of the room, she heard him say in a gruff voice “Bring me a bath.”

“Yes, my lord.”

She went outside and had the male servants to get the tub and the bath water. When they finished bringing everything in, she excused herself.

“Wait.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Bring me some food.”

Leaving quickly, she went to get him some food then knocking softly on the door, she heard him say “Come in.”

As she did she was confronted with a wet naked man getting out of the tub. She almost dropped the tray. She tried to ignore him as she put the tray down on the table. He had grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Appraising her quietly, he said, “You are new here are you not?”

“Yes, my lord.” She said not looking at him.

“Boromir.”

“Yes, my lord Boromir.”

She was surprised when he laughed. Looking at him, he was studying her intently.

“Just Boromir.”

He was admiring her, as he looked her over. She was much younger than the servants he had in the past and far prettier. Although she seemed to have tried to hide it, she was very appealing. She had reddish blond hair that was in a long braid down her back. He could tell even through the ugly servants’ clothes that she had an wonderful body. Her skin was like porcelain with a dusting of freckles across her nose and she seemed to blush easily. He was still in need of a woman since he had been too drunk last night to enjoy the other woman and this one seemed handy enough.

“Come here.”

She walked over to him slowly. Leaning over, he kissed her and she quickly pulled back. He was not amused.

“You are my servant to do as I bid are you not?”

“Yes my lord.”

When he reached for her again, she grabbed his hands and said, “I am your servant, not your whore.”

He sensed her anger as she ran from the room. At first he thought of having the woman beat. How dare she reject him? But he would be lying if he did not admit that it was refreshing to have a woman not fall all over him because of who he was. He was considered quite a catch in Gondor. Son of the Stewart, Captain of Gondor, he had many victories under his belt and twice as many women in his bed. Why this one had intrigued him he did not know. Shaking his head, he finished getting dressed. He had to go see his father today and he dreaded it. He dreaded it almost as much as Faramir did. His poor brother would have to listen to hours of his father telling everyone how wonderful Boromir was and twice as much time listening to what a failure he was. Boromir tried to take up for him but it just upset his father that much more. Finished dressing, he started to leave his chambers. There was a servant outside his door that was an older woman.

“What is the name of that other servant that was just in my room?” He asked.

“Her name is Lilianna, my lord.”

“From now on, she is assigned to me personally. You tell your superiors that.”

“My lord, I think Lillianna has requested to be transferred to Lord Faramir.” The servant said, nervously. She had seen Lillianna run from his room before and heard her beg her superior to be reassigned.

“That request will not be honored. Do you understand me?”

Furious, he left his chambers. How dare a servant asked to be reassigned. All he had wanted was a kiss. Well, that wasn’t all he wanted, he smiled to himself. But that is all she knew he wanted.

When Faramir met him leaving his chambers, he said “Good morning brother.”

“What is good about it Faramir?’ Boromir snapped.

Faramir looked at him shocked. “Why are you in such a foul mood?”

“I drank too much last night and now I have to deal with father plus a servant angered me this morning.”

“A servant? When do you care about what servants do?”

“I do not care.” He said glaring at his brother.

Choosing to keep quiet about the fact his brother was contradicting himself, Faramir trudged along with Boromir dreading the upcoming visit with his father even more than Boromir did. Not surprising, it was as bad if not worse than both brothers had feared. Leaving their father, the two men were both in foul moods. Boromir’s mood was darkened by the fact he had not gotten much sleep either. The woman he took to bed last night was a cuddlier. He was not. When he was done with them, he preferred them to leave right then but he was not rude enough to force to leave. If they did chose to stay, he hated for them to cuddle. He thought cuddling was fine between married people but he was with them for one reason and it had nothing to do with love. They went back to his chambers and began drinking once again in the sitting room. He called a servant to bring Lillianna to him. Faramir raised his eyebrow when he found out his brother knew the name of his servant. When she walked in he knew why. She was not a typical servant of Minas Tirith. She was much younger and far more pretty than the others.

Looking at her and knowing how uncomfortable she was, Boromir decided to let her squirm.

“So is it true you asked to be reassigned to my brother here.”

She barely raised her head and said, “Yes, my lord.”

Faramir was intrigued by this exchange. Usually Boromir did not care about household events. And why had this servant asked to be reassigned to him?

“So do you prefer his company to mine?”

“I do not know Lord Faramir, my lord.” She said quietly.

“So you preferred anyone’s company to mine,” He said amused.

“Yes, my lord.” She said raising her eyes.

Faramir almost spit out his ale. This servant had spunk. He felt sorry for the girl when Boromir stared at her like she was going to regret her statement. He turned to look at the servant and he saw the boldness in her beautiful blue-green eyes. She did not carry herself like a servant either. She was too proud for that. She had high cheekbones and a proud posture as if of noble birth.

Boromir looked at her bold eyes and said “I imagine it will displease you to know then that I have had you assigned to be my own personal servant now.”

He smiled as her shoulders drooped.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Yes my lord what?”

Expecting her to say Lord Boromir, he was once again shocked as she said “You are right, it does displease me. But I suspect you knew that when you requested the reassignment.”

“Your arrogance should be beaten from you.” He said looking sternly at her. She met his eyes with defiance.

Sighing, Boromir said “Arrange for food to be brought to my brother and myself. Talk to the other servants and the chefs and know by tomorrow what my food likes and dislikes are. I expect you to know them without question tomorrow.”

“Yes, my lord.” She said leaving the room quickly.

Faramir smiled at Boromir, “Let me guess. This would be the servant that angered you before.”

“Yes, she would be.” He said taking a swig of ale. “But she will regret her actions in a week or so.”

“You do not plan on having her beaten, do you?” Faramir had never known his brother to have any servant beaten. That was more his father’s type of response.

“No. I will just say she will regret being my personal servant even more than she thinks she will.” He smiled.

“Well, if she keeps giving you problems, feel free to allow her to be reassigned to me. She is beautiful.”

“Really? I had not noticed.” Boromir said.