The Brotherhood of Rhûn : Book One by Mireisen
Summary: The War of the Ring did not end all troubles. With a new menace rising, the children of Gondor and Rohan take up their ancestor's shields and swords to defend their homes.
Categories: Movie-verse Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, Original Character
Genres: Action/Adventure, Other
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 2561 Read: 2710 Published: Aug 04 2004 Updated: Aug 04 2004
One: Beginning of Troubles by Mireisen
It had been some time since the beginning of the Fourth Age, and although the One Ring had been destroyed, the residue of evil still lingered near the mountains of Mordor. King Elessar, once known as Aragorn son of Arathorn, ruled his inherited kingdom with the great might of his Nmenorean ancestors. His rule was not of the perfect peace, however, since creatures of the Mordor alliance still lingered within the borders of Gondor and threatened the peace of men.

It had appeared that there were still agents of the Dark Lord still striving for the seat of power. There was a cloud of doubt about the lands, creatures of the dark still attacked from all fronts. Of how they came it was never certain, but the Kings believed them to be cowards who have fled the War of the Ring.

Gondor had been relatively safe, except for the borders between Mordor and Ithilien. Bandit orcs had pillaged several small communities in Ithilien, and had surprisingly took the human women as breeders. They had heathen offspring and taught in the ways to hate and destroy men; For it is men that had taken their lands promised by Sauron.

The Prince of Ithilien, Faramir son of Denethor, engaged in a guerilla war against the remaints of orcs and goblins that prowled the mountains of Ered Lithui, otherwise known as the Ashen Mountains of Mordor. He comprised a pact of highly skilled rangers, mostly men whom he had fought with before in Ithilien, and he also brought with him many elves who had settled in Emyn Arnen, being the wish of their Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.

At the time King Elessar sent word to Prince Faramir, he had already been wed to the Lady of Rohan for several months. She was still relatively young though her shield-arm, broken during the War of the Ring, was not of the best strength no longer.

Not long ago she declared that she would come a healer, and a healer she became. Over the several months following the War of the Ring she would supplant herself in Faramir's study, taking upon herself to learn how to read, and deriving much of her knowledge from scrolls and books that the great wizards had written in times forgotten.

Despite her new mode of occupation and new found love for books, …owyn still proved far better in swordplay and riding, talents she feared that would prove no use to the White Company. When Faramir announced to his house that he would be setting north to Henneth Annn, …owyn immediately expressed a desire to accompany him. It was rare that the young couple would ever argue, though at this piece of news they began to quarrel for several days.

Faramir decided to sleep elsewhere for the last three days before he traveled north, though while approaching his temporary chamber he heard a soft stiffle.

Upon investigating the sound Faramir saw that the Lady …owyn was set against her bedroom door, her face pale and streamed with tears. Opposite of her stood Beregond, Captain of the White Company, still in his mode of uniform and speaking softly to her.

“Do not trouble yourself so much, my lady,” said he, “Lord Faramir has many responsibilities put onto him, and perhaps he has been harsh as of late but he will soon understand.”

…owyn shook in drawing in a breath, her tears still running down her fair cheeks, “But still he will not allow me to go, and for a moment I believed myself free under his care. What use is a healer when there are none to heal? My efforts would go wasted in this city.”

“War will inflict injuries on us all, from soldier to the smallest child. Do not fear of Lord Faramir's judgement, he had done it for the better. It is because he loves you.”

The White Lady scoffed bitterly, “I do not think it gave him any right for stopping me. We have not talked for days, and even whilst I speak of anything trivial he would stand and leave, as if he were to fear me mentioning Henneth Annn!”

She began to weep, and while she did Beregond embraced her in a fatherly fashion, being the only comfort she had in such a time. When Faramir saw this his heart was bitten with frost, and he found himself at fault. How could he leave such a fair creature alone in a world far away from her own?

In Edoras she would have at least the vast plains to find solace, yet like his own mother she may wither in the grey halls of Gondor. He then came to understand why his wife desired to be near him at all times; When he was there, she would warm like the sun, joyous and bright. Without him, she would shrink to a small bloom, withstanding the cold and winds of seclusion.

It was the same night that …owyn retired into her solitary chambers, and found a soft knock at the door. She did not mind to ask who it would of been, and she said aloud with a stony voice, “Come in.”

Faramir opened the door slowly, finding the room little changed since he left, except for the empty space on the bed. …owyn sat at the edge of their bed, dressed for sleep though blanched like the moon. When she lifted her eyes she seemed rather frightened, or at least for a second. She composed herself and said quite coldly, “I see that the Lord Faramir has returned to his bed chambers at last?”

“There is no need for you to say such things,” he said softly.

Her white face remained still, though her lips thinned and several tears began to well in her grey eyes. Faramir did not see her cry often, though when he saw this his heart was pierced with sorrow, knowing that he had been the cause, and he approached her. He knelt down to her, his hands taking hers. “I am so sorry,” he whispered to her.

…owyn's lips quavered, and the coldness displayed before melted away. Faramir then slid his arms about her, holding her tightly and speaking softly in her ear, “I am so sorry for doubting. I will never leave you, I promise.”

After such, Faramir never bore an unapproving eye to his wife, rather appreciating her efforts and allowing her to accompany him to Henneth Annn. His decision reached news to Minas Tirith and became the talk of the town. In the streets refined women would whisper under feathered fans, “Who does she think she is, this Lady of Ithilien?” Others, who had in the past vied for Faramir's heart, further spread unkind words about …owyn, deeming her a bewitching tramp.

Though fortunately no words of these ever reached the court of King Elessar or her kind friend Queen Arwen, who was personally attached to Lady …owyn.

Throughout the first few months of staying in Henneth Annn, …owyn did not complain about the simple food, the cold beds, or the fact that she could not bathe as often as she liked. At the beginning the rangers of Ithilien were skeptical of her presence, but she gradually became very useful to them, tending to their wounds and infections with care only a woman could give.

When she proved her worth, …owyn was never scorned throughout her time with the men, and the rangers loved her the more for her devotion to their cause despite being the only woman within the pack.

While Faramir was absent in Emyn Arnen, Captain Beregond and the White Company were given the responsibility of seeing that the city was in safe hands. Emyn Arnen was a city becoming, and the hills proved to a wonderful area for such a settlement.

As a wedding gift the friends of the Lord and Lady of Ithilien all contributed in building a grand estate upon the second tallest hill (the tallest hill bearing a watchtower). Though Emyn Arnen lacked the bustle of other Gondorian cities, it was a beautiful place blessed with the company of multiple cultures. The walls were made of white stone from the hands of dwarven folk that would reflect auroras upon its surface when hit with the light of the moon. The gardens were tended by Elven grace, growing great and into the courtyards with sweet fragrant smells. The hearths of homes built by cheerful hobbits, shelved with many histories and books of all languages and people. And the stables were grand like those of the Rohirrim, housing strong steeds that would roam the vast hills in the day.

It was named the City of All, a peaceful city, though often Beregond and many others would watch the moon rise at night, hoping to hear word from their Prince.
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