*Spotting a new arrival as he wanders the hallways of the Steward's Quarters, Gorlim notices her rather strikingly troubled expression and goes to investigate. He knocks on her door quietly, not wishing to disturb her.*
"I am Gorlim son of Angrim, my lady." He bows. "Lord Faramir has taken me in, quite literally, from the wilderness. To repay his kindness I am, unofficially, his bodyguard and loyal guardian of all who dwell here." The man's smile is quickly replaced by an expression of concern. "I do not wish to be a bother to you, but you looked troubled. Is something wrong?"
Recognizing her words as a dismissal, he bows once more from the doorway, almost in the manner of a servant but with an air of far more ceremony than even the servants of kings are trained for. "As you wish, my lady. Shall I find him for you?"
"Of course." Puzzled indeed, yet wishing to be of service to the woman, he moves out of her doorway and eases her door shut. "I am my lady's humble servant." This time he makes a full bow to her, sweeping off the feathered cap that sits atop his curly hair. "What can I do to assist you?"
"I was just wondering what's been happening here? We haven't met, so you must be a very new arrival, but you've probably realised that this isn't the quietest house around. How's Eomer? And Faramir? And Issy? And Haldir? Is Luthien still here? And I don't even know who you are, apart from your name. How did you come here?"
He chuckles softly, stepping closer into the room. "Questions I hardly mind, my lady. I am, as you have guessed, quite new here; so I may not be the most qualified to answer you. But I shall try
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Somewhat startled by her abrupt change in demeanor, he fidgets with his sleeve cuffs for a moment before resolutely walking to her. He sits beside her, one hand resting lightly behind her shoulder.
"Ah, what tragedies have befallen to cause such pain to one so lovely?" The question is posed half to himself, and half to the still air around them. He searches through his pockets to find his handkerchief, which he gives to her. "Here, my lady... Weep, if your heart sorrows... but only so your tears may spend themselves. Save a smile for lord Eomer when he arrives. He loves you, I am certain -- let him see your smile. You have been away from him, I gather from your words. Well, you are home now, my lady. You are safe here. Surely there is some joy in knowing that?"
He doesn't exactly believe her, but is at a loss for what to do about it.
Women... he thinks to himself. Always have to be such bloody females...
He moves away from her slightly, still there but not intrusively."My lady, I swear to you that as long as I am able to fight, no enemy shall come near you. I will not ask where you have been or what trials you have gone through, for I am certain you wish it to be none of my affair. But I shall aid you in whatever way I can, if you but command me."
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"Hello? Is there someone there?"
Her initial fears aren't soothed as the door creaks open and a strange man stands in the entrance to her room.
"Who... who are you?"
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"Well, if Faramir has taken you in, then you're very welcome. I'm Lothiriel. Faramir is my cousin."
She pauses.
"Yes, there is something wrong, but I need to talk to my husband about it. Thank you for your concern, though."
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"No," she blurts out. "Don't go!"
Gorlim stops, looking puzzled.
"I, um, I need some time before I talk to him. Would you join me for tea? I don't know what's been happening while I've been... away."
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"I was just wondering what's been happening here? We haven't met, so you must be a very new arrival, but you've probably realised that this isn't the quietest house around. How's Eomer? And Faramir? And Issy? And Haldir? Is Luthien still here? And I don't even know who you are, apart from your name. How did you come here?"
She pauses.
"Sorry, I'm asking a lot of questions, aren't I?"
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"Boromir? Boromir's... alive?"
She sits back and starts giggling.
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Lothiriel continues giggling until the laughter turns into tears of grief.
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"Ah, what tragedies have befallen to cause such pain to one so lovely?" The question is posed half to himself, and half to the still air around them. He searches through his pockets to find his handkerchief, which he gives to her. "Here, my lady... Weep, if your heart sorrows... but only so your tears may spend themselves. Save a smile for lord Eomer when he arrives. He loves you, I am certain -- let him see your smile. You have been away from him, I gather from your words. Well, you are home now, my lady. You are safe here. Surely there is some joy in knowing that?"
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"Yes, I'm sure I'm as safe here as I can be. I... I'll sort things out with Eomer."
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Women... he thinks to himself. Always have to be such bloody females...
He moves away from her slightly, still there but not intrusively."My lady, I swear to you that as long as I am able to fight, no enemy shall come near you. I will not ask where you have been or what trials you have gone through, for I am certain you wish it to be none of my affair. But I shall aid you in whatever way I can, if you but command me."
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