Story Summary:
The story of Boromir and his
true love (my version at least) and what happens to her when Boromir
never returns to her. Starts four-five years before the War of the Ring
and ends shortly after it. Rated: R |
Chapter 2
Her Own Hell
For a week, Lillianna was there to wait on him hand and foot. It
seemed like he was trying to test her patience every minute of the day.
He would ask for something and when she brought it to him he would tell
her he preferred something else instead. He insisted on being there
when she cleaned his room, watching every thing she did.
One day, after she was ready to kill him or herself, he had her arrange for a bath to be brought up. When she tried to excuse herself, he insisted she remain to help him remove his armor as he had been at the practice field with Faramir. Not knowing how to remove the armor, she just stared at it for a minute. Finally she reached out and undid the one thing she saw to unfasten. Then she looked for another one. He looked over at her and waited.
Finally he said “Underneath my arm.”
Lillianna looked up at him and then quickly lowered her eyes. Reaching down under his arm, she unfastened it and finally was able to removed the armor. Walking further into the bedroom, she put the armor down for the next time he needed it. By the time she turned around, he was undressed and slipping into the tub. Blushing she looked away.
As she was walking for the door, he said, “Come wash my back.”
Cursing silently to herself, she walked over and took the rag from him having no choice but to do as she was told. She had never heard of a female servant having to help a man bathe. Trying not to look at him, she quickly washed his back. Leaning forward, he allowed more of his back to show. She tried to ignore his muscular back and the feeling of his skin underneath her hands. When she was done, he told her to wash his hair. As he was sliding down into the water to wet his hair, she moved to grab the soap. As she lathered the soap through his dirty blond hair, she tried to deny that she was enjoying this at all. She had never been with a man nor had she seen a man nude before him. She felt flushed when she thought about the fact that once again, she was around his nakedness. Something about him made her angry and she was angrier with herself for the fact she was not opposed to touching him in this intimate manner. When she went to rinse out his hair with a pitcher of water, he jumped in shock. She had inadvertently grabbed the wrong pitcher and had dumped the cold drinking water on him instead of the warm water. She could not help but laugh at his shocked face. He grabbed her arm and looked at her seriously.
“You did that on purpose.”
Hiding her smile as much as possible, she said “No, my lord. It was an accident. The two pitchers were side by side on the table.”
Boromir stared at her for a long time before she could no longer hold in the laughter. Covering her mouth with one hand, she laughed until she had tears running down her face. He watched her and thought it was adorable that she had the spunk to laugh at him after dumping cold water on him. Most servants would have run from the room but not this one. Still holding her arm, he gave her a swift pull, which landed her in the tub with him. It was her turn to squeal. As she struggled he reached over and grabbed the pitcher and poured what was left of the water over her head. She was no longer laughing at least. She was now soaked front and back and quite upset about it.
“It’s not so funny now is it?” He raised an eyebrow to her indignant face.
“How dare you?” She seethed.
Boromir laughed and said, “How dare I? I do as I please and you are my servant not my equal.” He saw a flicker of hurt cross her face and inexplicably he wanted to take back what he had said. Something about this woman made him want her and it was not just her looks.
Lilliana pulled away from him and jumped out of the tub and started to leave the room.
“Wait, Lillianna.”
She stopped but did not look back.
“If you go out there like that, the other servants will think something intimate has happened between us. Go sit by the fire until you are dry.” She hesitated for a minute as if debating it so he said, “I insist.”
Lillianna was shivering a bit when she sat by the fire. She wondered why he had done this. It was nice and she ever thought he could be nice. She heard him getting out of the tub so she did not turn around. A few minutes went by and he came up and handed her a towel, a blanket, and one of his shirts. She looked up confused.
“I am going to step into the other room. Take off your wet clothes, dry off, and put this shirt on. It is long so it will cover most of you. You can wrap up in the blanket afterwards.” Looking back at her he said “Do not argue or I will take your wet clothes off myself.” Despite the threat, he smiled at her gently.
When Boromir left to go into the other room, she hurriedly undressed and dried off. She pulled his shirt on and it hung to her knees. She wrapped the blanket around her waist. She then went to the tub and tried to wring some of the water out of her clothes. She unbraided her hair and tried to pull the extra water out of it as well. When he came back in the room, she had her hair down and it was hanging over the tub. She jerked up quickly. He put his hand on her back and guided her back to the fire. Too late she realized that even though the shirt covered her it clung to her breasts and she tried to pull the blanket up. Trying to do too many things at once, she managed to drop the blanket completely. Jumping up, she picked it up and covered herself from underneath her arms down. But Boromir had caught the glimpse of bare leg before she was able to move to cover it and he was pleased with what he saw. Sitting across from her on the other side of the fire, he smiled.
“You are no ordinary servant are you?”
“What do you mean?” She looked down.
“I mean, you are too bold and too proud to have been raised a servant.” She was silent. Finally he said, “Where did you grow up?”
“In Rohan, my lord.”
“Where in Rohan?” He asked.
“In Edoras.” She said softly.
“How did you end up here?”
“My father brought me here.”
“Lillianna, you are not making this easy. Why did your father bring you here? How old were you? Who was your father?” He asked frustrated.
“Why do you care?” She asked suddenly.
“Why I care is not the question. Why you will not answer is the question.” He said softly.
Lilliana hesitated again. Finally, she sighed and said “I was seventeen when my father brought me here from Rohan. He was supposed to be a soldier but he, um…was not.”
“So a man from Rohan with a seventeen year old daughter comes here to be a solider and is not one now.” He leaned back and said, “There is more to this story than you are letting on. Why do you not tell me the whole story?”
When she did not answer, he said with a smile “Tell me or I take that blanket away.”
Lilliana's eyes flew up and she saw he was teasing her.
“My father was a rider under King Theoden. When my mother, who was best friends with the Queen died after the Queen, my father began drinking. He drank until the King finally had him banished from the city for fighting with the other men. He offered to let me stay as I was friends with his son, his niece, and nephew but I could not let my father go without me so we came to Minas Tirith. He was supposed to become a soldier here as well but he kept drinking to the point where he was no use to anyone. He gambled away our house so I had to either become either a servant or a whore. So I chose a servant.”
He was shocked at her story. He was quiet for a minute before he said “And your father?”
“He died two years ago.”
“I am sorry.” He said softly taking her by surprise.
She nodded slightly and said, “He barely acknowledged he knew me anymore anyway. He said I shamed him by becoming a servant to your father.”
“You shamed him? What did he think your options were?”
Boromir grew angry. Thinking he was angry with her, she did not answer. He realized she was scared of him and it bothered him.
“It is unusual for a servant such as yourself to be assigned to me or my brother. Usually my father only assigns, for lack of a better word, older women, to us. And I am aware of how my father has a tendency to, how can I put this delicately, share a bed with the younger servants. Yet you act as if you are still innocent.” He said softly.
Her cheeks were blazing at this point. “I am innocent and I have not shared a bed with your father or anyone else. When I became a servant, your father was not here. I have never met him so I do not know what he normally does with the other servants. I was only assigned to you because one of the older women was ill for some time and I was the only one who was available to do the task until she recovered. Now that she is better you have requested for me to be your personal servant.”
“How old are you?” He asked.
“I will be twenty two next month.”
“You are very young to have had such a hard life.” He said quietly watching her.
She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and his kindness made her even more uncomfortable.
“I understand having a father that is difficult. Just between the two of us, my father and I do not see eye to eye either and he frequently has me doing things I do not agree with.”
She looked up at him and smiled bitterly “But you are not a lowly servant by any means.”
“Neither are you.” He said.
“What do you mean?”
“You are not a lowly servant. I do not think of you as a lowly anything.” He said adamantly.
“Was it not you that reminded me just moments ago that I was not your equal?” She said looking at the fire.
“I am sorry I said that.” He said as he reached for her hand.
Taking it, he kissed her on the top of her hand as she watched in shock.
“Tomorrow, I am going to set you up in a cottage on the lower levels. None of the servants from up here go there so you do not have to worry about being seen.”
Confused, she looked at him then shock registered. “You mean you want me to be your…..”
“No! I mean you deserve better than this. It is not your fault you are in this predicament. I have suffered much because of my father and I do not wish for you to suffer for your father's sins any longer. If your father had not drank himself to shame, you would be a Lady of the Court in Rohan. I cannot make you that here but I can at least get you out of servitude.”
“And what do you expect in payment for this?” She asked quietly.
“Nothing. For some reason I desire to see you happy. Perhaps you will stop thinking I am such a bad person.” He smiled. “I would like one thing from you but it will not make a difference either way in what I am doing for you.”
“What is it?”
“A kiss. One kiss. Nothing more.” He said looking at her intently.
She did not answer other than a blush. When she did not say anything, he asked quietly, “May I kiss you, Lillianna?”
She nodded slightly after some time. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled. He moved to sit beside her.
He whispered “Have you ever been kissed before?”
She shook her head. He put his finger under her chin and raised her face to look at him. He could tell by her eyes that she was terrified. He leaned forward and lightly touched her lips with his own. As his lips lingered on hers, he reached behind her neck and pulled her slightly to him. He pulled her lower lip in between his own lips and when her mouth opened a little he closed his mouth of hers. Gently he thrust his tongue into her mouth tasting how incredibly sweet she was. As he explored her gently, she allowed him full access to her mouth. She timidly rubbed his tongue with her own and he stifled a moan. He allowed her to set the pace not wanting to scare her. Eventually, she was stroking his tongue with hers. When he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her lightly on the lips a few more times, she seemed to be breathing a little heavy. Pulling away from her slowly, he smiled when she opened her eyes.
“See, I do not bite.” He said stroking her hair.
Her world was spinning. His being nice to her had caught her so off guard and now that kiss pushed her over the edge. What scared her the most was the fact that she actually enjoyed the kiss. Blushing she looked away from him quickly. He smiled because he thought her blushes were sweet. He couldn’t believe what he was doing for her or what he was feeling. He had never done anything remotely nice for a servant nor did he even think twice about them or what their history was. All of the sudden he wanted her to be happy. Most of the time he did not even care if the women in his bed were happy and now this woman’s happiness meant something to him even though she is nothing to him. When he stood up, he walked towards the door. Going outside into the other room, he asked another servant to bring the tailor to him as well as his brother. Coming back into the room, he smiled at her.
“I do not think you can go around wearing my clothes. The tailor can see a seamstress without anyone knowing and find you something suitable to wear.”
“But I have clothes as soon as they are dry.” She argued.
“Those are servant’s clothes. You cannot exactly walk around the lower levels without looking like a servant if you are wearing those. I need to talk to my brother before the tailor gets here so stay in here and dry off.” He said leaving the room. When he went into the outer room, he dismissed the servant and waited for his brother. As soon as Faramir showed up, he looked concerned.
“What is it? I was told you needed me immediately.” Faramir said
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Of course, anything.”
“I need you to find a small cottage on one of the two lower levels for me. Nothing too fancy but nice. Something with a porch or a balcony would be best. Make sure it is off the beaten path as much as possible and I need it by tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
Shocked, Faramir said, “Who is this for?”
“Lillianna.” Boromir said dismissively.
“Wait. You are setting up a house for your servant now?” Faramir smiled.
“It is not what it sounds like.” He glared at him.
“So it is not as if you gone mad?” Faramir said, barely stifling a laugh.
“No. I am not mad.” Boromir said telling Faramir what she had told him about her father and everything that had happened to her.
After he told him, Faramir was quiet for sometime.
“Boromir, that is terrible but I still do not understand. Why are you giving her a house and taking her out of servitude?”
“She has had enough of a hard time. She needs a helping hand. Would you not do the same?”
“Quite honestly, no, I would not. And normally neither would you. You normally would not have even heard her story because you would not have asked her. Does this have anything to do with the fact she is a young innocent beautiful woman?”
“No!” Boromir argued. “Well, maybe. I cannot deny I am attracted to her but for some reason I feel the need to protect her. To make her happy. There is something about her.”
“Maybe if you just bed her, you could bypass all of this and be done with her.” Faramir said putting his feet up on the table.
Boromir felt overwhelmed with anger. “She is not the type of girl you just bed, you fool.”
Faramir was taken back by his anger. Holding up his hands in surrender, he said “Sorry. I did not mean to upset you. I am just shocked by all of this.”
Boromir stood up and started pacing. Finally he sat back down and said, “I do not understand it either so I guess I cannot get angry with you. If you told me the same thing I would think you had gone mad as well.”
“She is pretty though. I will say that.” Faramir smiled at Boromir’s obvious confusion about this woman.
He had never seen Boromir take much interest in women other than to warm his bed. And then in the morning, he could not get them out of here fast enough. Faramir was the romantic one who tried to court women. But a servant? Maybe in Rohan she was from a good family but here she was just a servant. Although the way he was acting, she could end up Boromir’s wife before long.
Chuckling to himself, he got up and said, “I guess I need to go speak to a man about a cottage.”
As he was leaving the tailor was coming in.
One day, after she was ready to kill him or herself, he had her arrange for a bath to be brought up. When she tried to excuse herself, he insisted she remain to help him remove his armor as he had been at the practice field with Faramir. Not knowing how to remove the armor, she just stared at it for a minute. Finally she reached out and undid the one thing she saw to unfasten. Then she looked for another one. He looked over at her and waited.
Finally he said “Underneath my arm.”
Lillianna looked up at him and then quickly lowered her eyes. Reaching down under his arm, she unfastened it and finally was able to removed the armor. Walking further into the bedroom, she put the armor down for the next time he needed it. By the time she turned around, he was undressed and slipping into the tub. Blushing she looked away.
As she was walking for the door, he said, “Come wash my back.”
Cursing silently to herself, she walked over and took the rag from him having no choice but to do as she was told. She had never heard of a female servant having to help a man bathe. Trying not to look at him, she quickly washed his back. Leaning forward, he allowed more of his back to show. She tried to ignore his muscular back and the feeling of his skin underneath her hands. When she was done, he told her to wash his hair. As he was sliding down into the water to wet his hair, she moved to grab the soap. As she lathered the soap through his dirty blond hair, she tried to deny that she was enjoying this at all. She had never been with a man nor had she seen a man nude before him. She felt flushed when she thought about the fact that once again, she was around his nakedness. Something about him made her angry and she was angrier with herself for the fact she was not opposed to touching him in this intimate manner. When she went to rinse out his hair with a pitcher of water, he jumped in shock. She had inadvertently grabbed the wrong pitcher and had dumped the cold drinking water on him instead of the warm water. She could not help but laugh at his shocked face. He grabbed her arm and looked at her seriously.
“You did that on purpose.”
Hiding her smile as much as possible, she said “No, my lord. It was an accident. The two pitchers were side by side on the table.”
Boromir stared at her for a long time before she could no longer hold in the laughter. Covering her mouth with one hand, she laughed until she had tears running down her face. He watched her and thought it was adorable that she had the spunk to laugh at him after dumping cold water on him. Most servants would have run from the room but not this one. Still holding her arm, he gave her a swift pull, which landed her in the tub with him. It was her turn to squeal. As she struggled he reached over and grabbed the pitcher and poured what was left of the water over her head. She was no longer laughing at least. She was now soaked front and back and quite upset about it.
“It’s not so funny now is it?” He raised an eyebrow to her indignant face.
“How dare you?” She seethed.
Boromir laughed and said, “How dare I? I do as I please and you are my servant not my equal.” He saw a flicker of hurt cross her face and inexplicably he wanted to take back what he had said. Something about this woman made him want her and it was not just her looks.
Lilliana pulled away from him and jumped out of the tub and started to leave the room.
“Wait, Lillianna.”
She stopped but did not look back.
“If you go out there like that, the other servants will think something intimate has happened between us. Go sit by the fire until you are dry.” She hesitated for a minute as if debating it so he said, “I insist.”
Lillianna was shivering a bit when she sat by the fire. She wondered why he had done this. It was nice and she ever thought he could be nice. She heard him getting out of the tub so she did not turn around. A few minutes went by and he came up and handed her a towel, a blanket, and one of his shirts. She looked up confused.
“I am going to step into the other room. Take off your wet clothes, dry off, and put this shirt on. It is long so it will cover most of you. You can wrap up in the blanket afterwards.” Looking back at her he said “Do not argue or I will take your wet clothes off myself.” Despite the threat, he smiled at her gently.
When Boromir left to go into the other room, she hurriedly undressed and dried off. She pulled his shirt on and it hung to her knees. She wrapped the blanket around her waist. She then went to the tub and tried to wring some of the water out of her clothes. She unbraided her hair and tried to pull the extra water out of it as well. When he came back in the room, she had her hair down and it was hanging over the tub. She jerked up quickly. He put his hand on her back and guided her back to the fire. Too late she realized that even though the shirt covered her it clung to her breasts and she tried to pull the blanket up. Trying to do too many things at once, she managed to drop the blanket completely. Jumping up, she picked it up and covered herself from underneath her arms down. But Boromir had caught the glimpse of bare leg before she was able to move to cover it and he was pleased with what he saw. Sitting across from her on the other side of the fire, he smiled.
“You are no ordinary servant are you?”
“What do you mean?” She looked down.
“I mean, you are too bold and too proud to have been raised a servant.” She was silent. Finally he said, “Where did you grow up?”
“In Rohan, my lord.”
“Where in Rohan?” He asked.
“In Edoras.” She said softly.
“How did you end up here?”
“My father brought me here.”
“Lillianna, you are not making this easy. Why did your father bring you here? How old were you? Who was your father?” He asked frustrated.
“Why do you care?” She asked suddenly.
“Why I care is not the question. Why you will not answer is the question.” He said softly.
Lilliana hesitated again. Finally, she sighed and said “I was seventeen when my father brought me here from Rohan. He was supposed to be a soldier but he, um…was not.”
“So a man from Rohan with a seventeen year old daughter comes here to be a solider and is not one now.” He leaned back and said, “There is more to this story than you are letting on. Why do you not tell me the whole story?”
When she did not answer, he said with a smile “Tell me or I take that blanket away.”
Lilliana's eyes flew up and she saw he was teasing her.
“My father was a rider under King Theoden. When my mother, who was best friends with the Queen died after the Queen, my father began drinking. He drank until the King finally had him banished from the city for fighting with the other men. He offered to let me stay as I was friends with his son, his niece, and nephew but I could not let my father go without me so we came to Minas Tirith. He was supposed to become a soldier here as well but he kept drinking to the point where he was no use to anyone. He gambled away our house so I had to either become either a servant or a whore. So I chose a servant.”
He was shocked at her story. He was quiet for a minute before he said “And your father?”
“He died two years ago.”
“I am sorry.” He said softly taking her by surprise.
She nodded slightly and said, “He barely acknowledged he knew me anymore anyway. He said I shamed him by becoming a servant to your father.”
“You shamed him? What did he think your options were?”
Boromir grew angry. Thinking he was angry with her, she did not answer. He realized she was scared of him and it bothered him.
“It is unusual for a servant such as yourself to be assigned to me or my brother. Usually my father only assigns, for lack of a better word, older women, to us. And I am aware of how my father has a tendency to, how can I put this delicately, share a bed with the younger servants. Yet you act as if you are still innocent.” He said softly.
Her cheeks were blazing at this point. “I am innocent and I have not shared a bed with your father or anyone else. When I became a servant, your father was not here. I have never met him so I do not know what he normally does with the other servants. I was only assigned to you because one of the older women was ill for some time and I was the only one who was available to do the task until she recovered. Now that she is better you have requested for me to be your personal servant.”
“How old are you?” He asked.
“I will be twenty two next month.”
“You are very young to have had such a hard life.” He said quietly watching her.
She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and his kindness made her even more uncomfortable.
“I understand having a father that is difficult. Just between the two of us, my father and I do not see eye to eye either and he frequently has me doing things I do not agree with.”
She looked up at him and smiled bitterly “But you are not a lowly servant by any means.”
“Neither are you.” He said.
“What do you mean?”
“You are not a lowly servant. I do not think of you as a lowly anything.” He said adamantly.
“Was it not you that reminded me just moments ago that I was not your equal?” She said looking at the fire.
“I am sorry I said that.” He said as he reached for her hand.
Taking it, he kissed her on the top of her hand as she watched in shock.
“Tomorrow, I am going to set you up in a cottage on the lower levels. None of the servants from up here go there so you do not have to worry about being seen.”
Confused, she looked at him then shock registered. “You mean you want me to be your…..”
“No! I mean you deserve better than this. It is not your fault you are in this predicament. I have suffered much because of my father and I do not wish for you to suffer for your father's sins any longer. If your father had not drank himself to shame, you would be a Lady of the Court in Rohan. I cannot make you that here but I can at least get you out of servitude.”
“And what do you expect in payment for this?” She asked quietly.
“Nothing. For some reason I desire to see you happy. Perhaps you will stop thinking I am such a bad person.” He smiled. “I would like one thing from you but it will not make a difference either way in what I am doing for you.”
“What is it?”
“A kiss. One kiss. Nothing more.” He said looking at her intently.
She did not answer other than a blush. When she did not say anything, he asked quietly, “May I kiss you, Lillianna?”
She nodded slightly after some time. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled. He moved to sit beside her.
He whispered “Have you ever been kissed before?”
She shook her head. He put his finger under her chin and raised her face to look at him. He could tell by her eyes that she was terrified. He leaned forward and lightly touched her lips with his own. As his lips lingered on hers, he reached behind her neck and pulled her slightly to him. He pulled her lower lip in between his own lips and when her mouth opened a little he closed his mouth of hers. Gently he thrust his tongue into her mouth tasting how incredibly sweet she was. As he explored her gently, she allowed him full access to her mouth. She timidly rubbed his tongue with her own and he stifled a moan. He allowed her to set the pace not wanting to scare her. Eventually, she was stroking his tongue with hers. When he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her lightly on the lips a few more times, she seemed to be breathing a little heavy. Pulling away from her slowly, he smiled when she opened her eyes.
“See, I do not bite.” He said stroking her hair.
Her world was spinning. His being nice to her had caught her so off guard and now that kiss pushed her over the edge. What scared her the most was the fact that she actually enjoyed the kiss. Blushing she looked away from him quickly. He smiled because he thought her blushes were sweet. He couldn’t believe what he was doing for her or what he was feeling. He had never done anything remotely nice for a servant nor did he even think twice about them or what their history was. All of the sudden he wanted her to be happy. Most of the time he did not even care if the women in his bed were happy and now this woman’s happiness meant something to him even though she is nothing to him. When he stood up, he walked towards the door. Going outside into the other room, he asked another servant to bring the tailor to him as well as his brother. Coming back into the room, he smiled at her.
“I do not think you can go around wearing my clothes. The tailor can see a seamstress without anyone knowing and find you something suitable to wear.”
“But I have clothes as soon as they are dry.” She argued.
“Those are servant’s clothes. You cannot exactly walk around the lower levels without looking like a servant if you are wearing those. I need to talk to my brother before the tailor gets here so stay in here and dry off.” He said leaving the room. When he went into the outer room, he dismissed the servant and waited for his brother. As soon as Faramir showed up, he looked concerned.
“What is it? I was told you needed me immediately.” Faramir said
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Of course, anything.”
“I need you to find a small cottage on one of the two lower levels for me. Nothing too fancy but nice. Something with a porch or a balcony would be best. Make sure it is off the beaten path as much as possible and I need it by tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
Shocked, Faramir said, “Who is this for?”
“Lillianna.” Boromir said dismissively.
“Wait. You are setting up a house for your servant now?” Faramir smiled.
“It is not what it sounds like.” He glared at him.
“So it is not as if you gone mad?” Faramir said, barely stifling a laugh.
“No. I am not mad.” Boromir said telling Faramir what she had told him about her father and everything that had happened to her.
After he told him, Faramir was quiet for sometime.
“Boromir, that is terrible but I still do not understand. Why are you giving her a house and taking her out of servitude?”
“She has had enough of a hard time. She needs a helping hand. Would you not do the same?”
“Quite honestly, no, I would not. And normally neither would you. You normally would not have even heard her story because you would not have asked her. Does this have anything to do with the fact she is a young innocent beautiful woman?”
“No!” Boromir argued. “Well, maybe. I cannot deny I am attracted to her but for some reason I feel the need to protect her. To make her happy. There is something about her.”
“Maybe if you just bed her, you could bypass all of this and be done with her.” Faramir said putting his feet up on the table.
Boromir felt overwhelmed with anger. “She is not the type of girl you just bed, you fool.”
Faramir was taken back by his anger. Holding up his hands in surrender, he said “Sorry. I did not mean to upset you. I am just shocked by all of this.”
Boromir stood up and started pacing. Finally he sat back down and said, “I do not understand it either so I guess I cannot get angry with you. If you told me the same thing I would think you had gone mad as well.”
“She is pretty though. I will say that.” Faramir smiled at Boromir’s obvious confusion about this woman.
He had never seen Boromir take much interest in women other than to warm his bed. And then in the morning, he could not get them out of here fast enough. Faramir was the romantic one who tried to court women. But a servant? Maybe in Rohan she was from a good family but here she was just a servant. Although the way he was acting, she could end up Boromir’s wife before long.
Chuckling to himself, he got up and said, “I guess I need to go speak to a man about a cottage.”
As he was leaving the tailor was coming in.
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