"How could it be dark outside at noon?"
Firiel: Er, Faramir? You remember that man I introduced to you as my husband?
Faramir: *hesitantly* The one that's NOT from Arthedain?
Firiel: *nods* You...don't have to be confused anymore. I'm not married now. *hides face*
Faramir: ... No, still confused. MORE confused. *sitting down and tucking an arm around you* What happened and do I need to get Artamir to kill him?
Firiel: *shakes her head* No, it wasn't his fault. All mine, really. *sighs* I have had a very twisted love life since coming back. Let's just say I wasn't happiest with him...
Faramir: Are you happy NOW...? You, uh, don't seem...here, tissue.
Firiel: *clings, sniffles, blows her nose* I don't know what's wrong with me. Why can't I stay with one man and just be happy? *clings more*
Faramir: *rocks you gently, at a loss* I don't know. I thought you WERE happy with Arvedui. You always wrote home. *thinks* What happened?
Firiel: *sighs* We died. I came back, he did not. I fell in love with Frealaf, the man you'd met recently, made a best friend that I'm somewhat in love with, and now Arvedui is here. *squeezes her eyes shut and clings, softly* I don't know what to do now.
Faramir: I think I follow you there. But...what happened with Frealaf? ...Forgive me, sis, but I don't know what to say without knowing.
Firiel: It wasn't what it started out as... I suppose my feelings changed, or we grew apart... I'm not entirely certain... Just... something had changed, likely something inside of me.
Faramir: Then I guess it's best you ended it now before later. It would be harder then. *glances around to see that your guests are out* I've been hearing things about you and Gorlim...
Firiel: *slight nod, then pauses at the last part, sighs* ...well, tell me what you know so I can straighten things out.
Faramir: What? Oh! No, nothing bad, nothing like...like that. *blushes hotly* Just that he's your close friend and he seems to make you happy.
Firiel: *nods* He is, and he does. He's one of the first people I met when I came back. *bites her lip* You've heard nothing bad about us? Or him?
Faramir: *shaking my head* I've barely talked to anyone but you and 'Tamir. And Papa, once. >.< That didn't go well.
Firiel: No, I don't imagine it did. *hugs gently* But you're back now. That's all that matters.
Faramir: *cheerfully* I don't understand ANYTHING, really. So it's easy to focus on what matters. Like not letting anything hurt you. Uh...did you know that it's gone pitch dark outside? It's noon.
Firiel: It is? *wide-eyed* Perhaps that is what's bothering Haldir... How could it be dark outside at noon?
Faramir: I don't know. That's not normal for here? I mean, people turning into children, dragons on the lower levels...I honestly can't tell. *but I get up and let you go to the window, unlatching the shutter for you*
Firiel: *follows and looks out, seeing nothing but darkness* Dear Eru... o.o No, it is not usually dark like this, nor are there usually dragons here... Though, all forms of evil seem to flock here: dragons, wraiths, vampires... now this darkness, certainly all the angst... *sighs* Our city is doomed, it seems.
Faramir: So...doesn't that mean we should fight twice as hard for it?
Firiel: *nods* I don't want to see Gondor fall... not again... And Arvedui is doing all in his power to take control of this, since no one else will.
Faramir: There WAS a king...I don't think anyone expected this.
Firiel: I know that, Faramir. No one expected him to die, though Adunaphel is powerful in her own way. Eomer never had any replacements, from what I'd seen... That's why Arvedui has taken over, in a manner of speaking. He is trying to group all of those loyal and willing to fight for Gondor together so we are united once again.
Faramir: *nodding slowly* Well, he's got me too if he wants me. Except...I don't want to leave you alone. *chewing my lip* Where's he doing this rallying thing?
Firiel: The palace. Artamir should come by soon to take us back there... *softly* I don't want you fighting, Faramir. *hugs him tightly* You know what happened last time.
Faramir: *holding you tightly so you can't see my expression* I know...I remember...I'm sorry...I didn't think...
Firiel: *slight nod against his shoulder, arms wrapped around him, voice tight* I'm sure there is something else you can do to help... anything, really. I just don't want you fighting.
Faramir: *softly against your hair, with a catch in my voice* All right. I promise. But I'll defend you if I have to.
Firiel: *nods slightly and rests her head on his shoulder* Thank you. *wipes quickly at a stray tear and holds him tightly*
Faramir: *pets your back worriedly* Should we be going to the palace, then? If that's where the wraith is...
Firiel: *nods* As soon as Artamir arrives, we'll leave. *looks around, chin on his shoulder* And when Gorlim and Haldir return.
Faramir: I don't know anything about Haldir, but I feel better when Gorlim's here. If you trust him, then so do I. Except I wish he'd stop twitching every time he hears my name. >.<
Firiel: His captain's name was Faramir, whom he was extremely close to. I somewhat understand why he is like that when he hears your name, but I also wish it was not so. You are my brother and not his captain. But I suppose he needs time.
Faramir: *indignantly* I had my name long before-- All right, all right...would it help if I talked to him?
Firiel: *nods* It might. Then he can get to know you as you are, and not as he may perceive you by name. Also, Faramir, they may be too occupied at the moment with the wraith and dragon, but if you hear people talking about Gorlim and things he's done -- improper things -- come talk to one of us so we can tell you what is fact from fiction.
Faramir: I would never believe anyone who said anything bad of you, Firiel. Or of someone you call friend. *kissing you impulsively on the forehead* It's not going to get any darker out there, and the king's not going to get any deader. I brought bread and hot soup. Do you think you could manage some dinner?
Firiel: *nods and hugs him* I can. Have you eaten yet?
Faramir: Without you? Pssshht. Of course not. *untangling from you and tugging you towards the lamplit table* The question is, should we leave any for your friends? I say no...
Firiel: *smiles and looks at him softly* We probably should. A little, at least. *grins, sits down, and eats dinner with her brother*
Faramir: *hesitantly* The one that's NOT from Arthedain?
Firiel: *nods* You...don't have to be confused anymore. I'm not married now. *hides face*
Faramir: ... No, still confused. MORE confused. *sitting down and tucking an arm around you* What happened and do I need to get Artamir to kill him?
Firiel: *shakes her head* No, it wasn't his fault. All mine, really. *sighs* I have had a very twisted love life since coming back. Let's just say I wasn't happiest with him...
Faramir: Are you happy NOW...? You, uh, don't seem...here, tissue.
Firiel: *clings, sniffles, blows her nose* I don't know what's wrong with me. Why can't I stay with one man and just be happy? *clings more*
Faramir: *rocks you gently, at a loss* I don't know. I thought you WERE happy with Arvedui. You always wrote home. *thinks* What happened?
Firiel: *sighs* We died. I came back, he did not. I fell in love with Frealaf, the man you'd met recently, made a best friend that I'm somewhat in love with, and now Arvedui is here. *squeezes her eyes shut and clings, softly* I don't know what to do now.
Faramir: I think I follow you there. But...what happened with Frealaf? ...Forgive me, sis, but I don't know what to say without knowing.
Firiel: It wasn't what it started out as... I suppose my feelings changed, or we grew apart... I'm not entirely certain... Just... something had changed, likely something inside of me.
Faramir: Then I guess it's best you ended it now before later. It would be harder then. *glances around to see that your guests are out* I've been hearing things about you and Gorlim...
Firiel: *slight nod, then pauses at the last part, sighs* ...well, tell me what you know so I can straighten things out.
Faramir: What? Oh! No, nothing bad, nothing like...like that. *blushes hotly* Just that he's your close friend and he seems to make you happy.
Firiel: *nods* He is, and he does. He's one of the first people I met when I came back. *bites her lip* You've heard nothing bad about us? Or him?
Faramir: *shaking my head* I've barely talked to anyone but you and 'Tamir. And Papa, once. >.< That didn't go well.
Firiel: No, I don't imagine it did. *hugs gently* But you're back now. That's all that matters.
Faramir: *cheerfully* I don't understand ANYTHING, really. So it's easy to focus on what matters. Like not letting anything hurt you. Uh...did you know that it's gone pitch dark outside? It's noon.
Firiel: It is? *wide-eyed* Perhaps that is what's bothering Haldir... How could it be dark outside at noon?
Faramir: I don't know. That's not normal for here? I mean, people turning into children, dragons on the lower levels...I honestly can't tell. *but I get up and let you go to the window, unlatching the shutter for you*
Firiel: *follows and looks out, seeing nothing but darkness* Dear Eru... o.o No, it is not usually dark like this, nor are there usually dragons here... Though, all forms of evil seem to flock here: dragons, wraiths, vampires... now this darkness, certainly all the angst... *sighs* Our city is doomed, it seems.
Faramir: So...doesn't that mean we should fight twice as hard for it?
Firiel: *nods* I don't want to see Gondor fall... not again... And Arvedui is doing all in his power to take control of this, since no one else will.
Faramir: There WAS a king...I don't think anyone expected this.
Firiel: I know that, Faramir. No one expected him to die, though Adunaphel is powerful in her own way. Eomer never had any replacements, from what I'd seen... That's why Arvedui has taken over, in a manner of speaking. He is trying to group all of those loyal and willing to fight for Gondor together so we are united once again.
Faramir: *nodding slowly* Well, he's got me too if he wants me. Except...I don't want to leave you alone. *chewing my lip* Where's he doing this rallying thing?
Firiel: The palace. Artamir should come by soon to take us back there... *softly* I don't want you fighting, Faramir. *hugs him tightly* You know what happened last time.
Faramir: *holding you tightly so you can't see my expression* I know...I remember...I'm sorry...I didn't think...
Firiel: *slight nod against his shoulder, arms wrapped around him, voice tight* I'm sure there is something else you can do to help... anything, really. I just don't want you fighting.
Faramir: *softly against your hair, with a catch in my voice* All right. I promise. But I'll defend you if I have to.
Firiel: *nods slightly and rests her head on his shoulder* Thank you. *wipes quickly at a stray tear and holds him tightly*
Faramir: *pets your back worriedly* Should we be going to the palace, then? If that's where the wraith is...
Firiel: *nods* As soon as Artamir arrives, we'll leave. *looks around, chin on his shoulder* And when Gorlim and Haldir return.
Faramir: I don't know anything about Haldir, but I feel better when Gorlim's here. If you trust him, then so do I. Except I wish he'd stop twitching every time he hears my name. >.<
Firiel: His captain's name was Faramir, whom he was extremely close to. I somewhat understand why he is like that when he hears your name, but I also wish it was not so. You are my brother and not his captain. But I suppose he needs time.
Faramir: *indignantly* I had my name long before-- All right, all right...would it help if I talked to him?
Firiel: *nods* It might. Then he can get to know you as you are, and not as he may perceive you by name. Also, Faramir, they may be too occupied at the moment with the wraith and dragon, but if you hear people talking about Gorlim and things he's done -- improper things -- come talk to one of us so we can tell you what is fact from fiction.
Faramir: I would never believe anyone who said anything bad of you, Firiel. Or of someone you call friend. *kissing you impulsively on the forehead* It's not going to get any darker out there, and the king's not going to get any deader. I brought bread and hot soup. Do you think you could manage some dinner?
Firiel: *nods and hugs him* I can. Have you eaten yet?
Faramir: Without you? Pssshht. Of course not. *untangling from you and tugging you towards the lamplit table* The question is, should we leave any for your friends? I say no...
Firiel: *smiles and looks at him softly* We probably should. A little, at least. *grins, sits down, and eats dinner with her brother*