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RE: Dartho Annin An-uir: Be With Me Always on: March 23, 2004 05:11
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(backtracking quite a bit. Warning some mushiness :love: and stupidity )
“Why have you returned to me? I thought you had made your choice clear.” Fara remarked when the shock of her return had faded and the old suspicions began to return, whether he wanted them or not.
Marissa turned her gaze toward the ground as a tear rolled down her cheek. She whispered, in a remorseful tone, “I am sorry, my love. Things were… Complicated.”
As Fara watched her every movement and studied her more closely, he noticed that the pendant of her family’s lineage no longer hung from her neck. Fara gently lifted her chin so that she might face him. “What has happened? I pray thee, if you ever loved me, if you still love me, pray tell the truth.” His anguish, fear and confusion were evident.
Marissa’s eyes sparkled as she brought her hand up to caress his cheek, though a pain resided deep within, hidden within her depths, that Fara could not comprehend. She smiled contentedly as she stared into Fara’s pale blue eyes, then her smile faded and her expression darkened.
“As I said, my love, things were complicated. The King is not himself; or rather he has let his baser, primitive side come forth to rule the kingdom.” She spat the words out as though she hated the mere thought of them. “He does not rule the Kingdom any longer, his advisers have seen to that, they poison his mind with their words and treachery, they will lead Greenwood to its ruin, through their pride and greed, though I know not how. His advisers knew that you would question them, spoil their treacherous plans, and for that, you were banished.”
Fara regarded her skeptically. “And how do you know of this?”
“I followed my father to a meeting the night you… left. They plotted and schemed, though most of the conversation I could not hear. They plan to launch an assault against the enemy, alone. Their arrogance and greed blinds them from what is the best for Greenwood.” She paused and closed her eyes tightly, releasing yet another rush of tears. “When my father returned home, I questioned him, and for that… My father…” She whispered as she reached subconsciously toward her chest where her pendant once hung. She stared back at Fara, her eyes mirroring her confusion and fear. She swallowed hard and continued in a more pleading tone.
“I am sorry, my love. I did not know. Please, you must believe me. He forbade me to leave Greenwood with you. He promised he would shun me from the family if I did so.” She paused and let her chest rise and fall sharply as she tried to gather both her breath and her composure. “I should have followed my heart from the start and for that, I am ever regretful.”
Fara could say nothing. He knew what she had done, even without her saying as much. He did not understand politics very well, he was a soldier not a ruler, yet what she spoke to him struck poignantly at his chest. He loved Greenwood, his home. He knew what she had done, for him. Without a sound, he leaned forward and gathered her within his arms. She shivered from the dampness and also from her uncertainty. Fara lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead.
Rissa, for that is what he called his love, raised her gaze to meet his. A few strands of raven black hair clung to her pale cheeks, her eyes catching the light of the newly risen Sun. Fara found it hard to breathe, it was as though he had fallen in love with her anew, yet he had never truly stopped loving her. He brushed back the stray hairs as his expression softened.
“I promise you shall not regret your choice. I shall care for thee as long as the treasures of Varda light our path.” They shared a passionate embrace and for a moment all that was wrong with Middle Earth was forgotten, only their love remained, and it warmed them with the strength of a thousand Suns.
Their reunion was cut short, however. Fara quickly raised his head and perked his ears as the call to ride forth swept over the camp. As much as he wished to remain there, holding her, he broke their embrace. Fara removed his cloak and placed it quickly over Rissa’s shoulder.
“I shall fill you in as we ride, but for now, we must move.” Fara helped raise Rissa to mount her horse, then lead them to where his horse stood, grazing on a patch of grass. Fara mounted and together, they took their place in the column, just behind Faevathor.
As they rode, Fara sat straight and proud in on his mount. Though he had lost his title and prestige, his love had returned and they were together, that was all that mattered. He glanced over toward her, and his smile widened greatly. Rissa lowered her gaze as her lips playfully curled into a smile as well. Then she turned her eyes flirtatiously toward her man. Fara laughed slightly and shook his head.
“So, it looks as though you have found your place once more. Though it may take me a while to get used to your new… companions.” She said as she glanced over to a man who rode just behind them.
Fara winced. He had forgotten how Rissa was raised, to behold the race of men as beneath her. He sighed. “Just give them a chance. They may yet change your opinion, my love.”
Rissa sighed deeply. “You seem to have grown… accustomed to these… men. I too shall try to give them a chance as you say.”
Fara nodded, he knew it would be hard for Rissa to come around and view the men as anything other than less than the Elves, but at least she had promised to try.
The Sun had risen higher in the sky and began its decent toward the West when the party halted. Fara rode forth to where Súl, Ivor and Ohtar were conversing. He surveyed the area as well. After Súl had left, Fara approached Ivor.
“Gon Ivorcheneb, now may not be the best time, but I would like to introduce you to someone very close to me. This is Marissa.” Fara stated as he turned to his blushing betrothed. A look of confusion briefly painted Ivor’s face, but a quick glance from Fara told him that all would be explained later.
“I am honored to make your acquaintance, Gon Ivorcheneb. I should trust you to be a competent leader if Fara has found you worthy to follow.” Rissa bowed gracefully. “And… you may call me Rissa, hir nin.”
Ivor laughed slightly at the brazenness of the newest member to the party. “Indeed, I should hope that I may measure up to your standards, hiril nín.”
Ivor shot Fara a mocking glance, but Fara only rolled his eyes. He knew Rissa, and she sometimes had a hard time when meeting new people. She smiled widely, her plain, pure, beautiful smile, and Ivor seemed to understand.
“Ivor, if you don’t mind my saying so, I would like to be placed near the center of the valley. Our defenses must not break. I do not think we need to worry about being flanked by these Orcs, especially when they do not even know we are here. But the center will most likely be struck hardest.” Fara suggested.
Ivor nodded slowly, then glanced at Rissa, and back to Fara. “Might I have a word with you, mellon nín?” Fara looked to Marissa. “I shall care for the horses, my love.” Fara nodded and followed Ivor for a short distance.
“What is it that troubles you, mellon nin?” Fara asked concerned.
Ivor lowered his voice to avoid stray ears. “Fara, wouldn’t you rather that Rissa were out of the middle of the fray? Surely there must be a safer place for her.”
Fara shook his head and smiled. “Gon Ivorcheneb, you underestimate the opposite gender. No, Marissa shall fight by my side.” He looked over Ivor’s shoulder toward his love and smiled. “Trust me, mellon nín, she can handle her own.” Fara winked to Ivor. “Is that all?”
Ivor opened his mouth as though he would speak, yet something held him back, perhaps a tumultuous sea of feelings. Whatever it was, Fara understood and took his leave. He placed a hand on the Captain’s shoulder as he passed him by. He leaned a bit closer and whispered, “Do not suffocate her, I made that same mistake once before.” He smiled as he remembered his courtship of Marissa. “Trust in her and if it is meant to be, she shall come to you.”
Fara left Ivor alone, though once he had said thusly, he regretted his own words. It was not his place to question Ivor’s actions, nor was it his place to make assumptions. It was too late though, the assumptions were made and the words said, and they could not be taken back. He reminded himself of his Father, and remembered his father’s words of advice regarding his own courtship. They were surprisingly to the same tune as Fara’s were to Ivor. Fara cringed at the thought, as he remembered how much he wished his father would just leave him be, but then again, his father was a good man and only wanted to help Fara in the only way he knew how. He and stopped briefly to turn to look back at Ivor. The fair-haired elf was staring off to the side. Fara followed his gaze, not surprised to find Saida as its target. Fara sighed, though he knew in time Ivor would have to confront his emotions.
He returned to Rissa to find she had already tethered the horses in the designated area, far enough behind the ‘ambush’ so that they would not give their position away to the Orcs. Fara stopped and watched her every movement, studying every curve of her sinewy body. She looked up and saw him standing there, staring at her. Her smile lit the distance between them as she gracefully began to walk toward him. When she grew near, she raised her arms around his neck and placed a gentle, yet passionate kiss upon his lips. Fara smiled down at her.
“We should prepare for the battle to come.”
Rissa smirked and shook her head mockingly, “Just like you, always putting work before pleasure.” Fara laughed and tickled her sides roughly. She let out a sharp laugh. When she looked about, she found they had gained a small audience and playfully slapped Fara on the shoulder.
“Come now, hir nín. The battle is at hand, no time for such foolishness.” She turned quickly and began to walk away, taking her place next to another Elven warrior, the one Fara had been sparring with when she arrived.
“I’ll get you my pretty.” A blushing Fara hissed as she walked away, which only made her smile broaden.
Fara took a position next to Rissa. He looked past her at Fae. “Where are my manners? Rissa, this is Faevathor.” He motioned to Fae, “Faevathor, Rissa. Fae has proven to be a worthy adversary.” Fara paused and his smile faded to a look of seriousness. “Yet an even better friend.”
Something seemed to be bothering Fae, yet Fara knew now was not yet the time to ask about it. “Mae govannen, Hîr nín.” Marissa nodded to Fae, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “If Fara likes you, then so do I.”
Fara was relieved to see Rissa was beginning to grow more at ease. Moments later, one of Ohtar’s men, whom Fara was regretful to not know his name, took his place behind them. Fara noticed the uneasiness in Rissa’s stature. He reached down and took her hand. Leaning closer, he whispered, “These men can be trusted as our own. In time, you shall see.”
Marissa managed a smile, though Fara could tell she still did not fully believe him, perhaps she did not want to either. As he held her hand, Fara felt something cold and hard against the back of his hand. He looked down to see the curved bronze hilt of Rissa’s blade. He knew Rissa was well-versed in the art of swordplay, he had taught her, but he was still concerned for her, the same concern he knew Ivor felt about Saida.
Night soon covered the land in a shroud of dark obscurity. Anticipation mounted among the party, filling the air with an uneasy vibration. It seemed as though every hand rested upon a weapon. Fara and Rissa had their bows readied, an arrow notched into the string. Every pair of eyes stared into the darkness, searching for the enemy that was out there; close enough now that their stench burnt Fara’s nostrils.
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