lesser_jewel (lesser_jewel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-05 15:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, beruthiel, boromir, faramir |
Who: Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Beruthiel
What: A letter is delivered (and read :0), talk of how to deal with Umbar...talk of weddings, Boromir's latest excuse not to get wedded/have children, and there's even more about office ghosts...oh, and nephews are demanded, too...which sends Faramir off in search of his wife for a bit of a discussion about that children stuff. *blinkus* Of course, after THAT, hi, there's a little dream-reading thing that happens and its about shiny stones and the elf that made them. *coughcoughs* Lots o' stuff, oui? *le points* I am not responsible for eye-strain!
When: Last night more or less, after aaaaaaall the other stuff that's been posted, yus.
Where: Minas Tirith, o' course.
Why: cuz they gots yammery. <3
Notes/Warnings: v. skimmed thru smut, so watered down, it hardly has any flavor left to it. But the HELL if this log needed to be any longer, so am happy wif it like whoa...or they would've been fast-forwarded by moi based on ze grounds o' over-indulgence. :D
Aragorn: *knocks on Boromir's door*
Boromir: *is going on..lost count of how many hours of work he's logged in so far, but its keeping his mind off of OTHER THINGS and so appears to be only slightly worse for wear for having been running on autopilot* ...enter.
Boromir: I do not close that door as it is. *has not looked up yet* Unless I am sleeping. *in other words, door has not been closed for a whiiiiiiile*
Aragorn: *enters* You look terrible, Boromir.
Boromir: *looks up with a frown, finally* I do not. I look as impressive as always.
Boromir: What brings you here, Aragorn. If it is to pick up a progress report, here it is. *pushes big stack of papers of hourly progress on gates and watch-programs and captain's notes, toward him*
Boromir: *has summarized everything and copied relevant notes verbatim into it*
Aragorn: I've some good news. Karigan has returned! The other three are safe in Pelargir awaiting a retenue of guards to retrieve them. They escaped their captors, and were found by a friendly boat.
Boromir: ....you are merely saying that, to have me go to sleep. But I am on to you, and know better. Where is the head errand rider. I do not see her with you.
Aragorn: *pulls the note from his pocket* Miriel had a letter for you. Karigan is resting in my office, she was injured gravely.
Aragorn: A sorcerous blade.
Boromir: *holds out his hand and appears to be...impatiently waiting...for Aragorn to give it to him, since he has the massive!scowl!face at the injury just mentioned*
Aragorn: *offers it out*
Boromir: *takes it, opens it and starts reading...and reading...* *looks mildly relieved (or as relieved as he ever gets), and then...does a double-take*
Boromir: *blinks, ahems a couple of times, appears to skim-read quickly and then opens desk drawer and drops it in, slamming the drawer shut afterward* ... *folds both hands together on the desk* ...my assistant is apparently as well as you claim her to be.
Aragorn: *raises an eyebrow*
Boromir: I shall have her write out a full report, upon her return. *AN ACTUAL REPORT* *ahems* Tis an apology about her being nabbed away, and for not having eyes on the back of her head, like she SHOULD have, and for not being here to do her work.
Aragorn: *nods his head* You seem greatly relieved, Boromir. I am sure she has been..invaluable to you.
Boromir: Aye, she is a very over-qualified assistant. And that is ALL. >:/
Boromir: *because she is obviously the focus of interest when kidnappings occur and it will effect his work, and effecting his work? is bad.*
Boromir: Here is your report. *pushes it even further to the edge of the desk*
Aragorn: *picks up the report**looks it over!*
Boromir: It is too many pages for you to stay here and read, Aragorn.
Boromir:*starts working again, while sucking down more pain-numbing tea*
Aragorn: Karigan told me that three of the four captives were related by blood to this witch. And if my spy is to be believed, they have risen Pharazon, which links to Miriel.
Boromir: That is rather unfortunate for her, then. What will you do about this.
Boromir: *finishes writing the last line of invasion contingency plans, hands it over to him* Be wary, the ink has not dried yet.
Aragorn: *takes* I've not yet decided.
Boromir: Well, do let me know during the next meeting, what your decision is.
Boromir: *continues working*
Boromir: *is reading a fresh batch of gate reports and these, since three more paid-off guards are in jail cells now, don't show any further inconsistencies*
Aragorn: *nods his head**watches Boromir carefully*
Boromir: *reads through about two pages, then announces* Reading has always been a rather boring but necessary chore for me, but it is even more so when there are others who are staring at me while I do so.
Aragorn: Have you any advice or requests?
Boromir: Nay, other than the suggestion in the meantime that you should let uncle know that whatever ships he has in Dol Amroth might be targets of aggression...which I am certain he already knows and will have sent word somehow...and that it is best to begin bolstering defenses at the southern border, the mouth of the Anduin, and in Pelargir.
Boromir: *continues reading, looks greatly bored*
Aragorn: *nods his head* I think perhaps we should negotiate with the tribes along the border, sway them to our side. Create a buffer.
Boromir: Aye, and you may want to enlist Eomer's aid, in case things run afoul. Umbar would expect a naval attack, tis best not to give them the full advantage in the water, even if speaking to my uncle will likely help. Some. I know not the state of his fleet.
Aragorn: Eomer is in the city, I believe, though I've hardly had chance to speak with him. *exhales* Umbar will not be easy to fight, if it comes to that. Though their fleet was destroyed in the war, they held some of their forces back, and their will is strong. As is their hatred.
Boromir: *flips through to the next page and continues reading* I would suggest you start sending out word to those tribes and see if you can gather them together, in the event that there must be an attack from land as well as sea. The more you can enlist, the easier it would be to move them and our own forces, south.
Boromir: For those amongst the tribes that choose to fight, that is.
Aragorn: *nods his head*
Aragorn: Perhaps a trade deal, to sway them...
Boromir: *nods and reads, though he hasn't noticed Aragorn nodding his head at all, since he's...mmhm...reading* Perhaps.
Aragorn: *in thought**turns to go*
Aragorn: Anything else?
Boromir: Nay. Nothing else. Good eve.
Aragorn: *walks out!*
Boromir: *continues working*
Faramir: *walks in!*
Boromir: *reading with the look of one that is having his fraying patience tested by having to read this much information, for this long*
Faramir: Are you quite well?
Boromir: Oh, I am doing...stunningly well. How are...? *looked up just then and ended up staring at brother with much squintiness*
Faramir: *cheerful?*
Boromir: *MmHM, would say so*
Boromir: Forget how I was about to ask how you were, as you appear to be...very well, indeed, despite the present circumstances.
Faramir: You told me to rest, I rested. Aragorn filled me in, is that not fantastic news?
Boromir: Aye, it is...fantastic. *is soooo not looking at that letter again, but will ask her what the big Eru damned idea was behind sending him something like that, for what if it was intercepted? Errruuuuuuuu* Aye, fantastic. It would not bode well to lose our senior-most errand rider, or my over-qualified assistant.
Faramir: *raises eyebrow!**sits in a chair* I've something to tell you.
Boromir: Is it foul news or is it welcome news?
Boromir: I prefer the foul news first, so that it is over and done with, and by the 'morrow, I can be ready to hear the welcome news.
Faramir: *takes a breath, and blurts, rohirric!like* Beruthiel and I are married.
Boromir: .............
Boromir: ...............
Boromir: .......................damn it, you took my advice, for once.
Faramir: *LAUGHS*
Boromir: *doesn't look like he can figure out if this is a good thing or a bad thing* *then POINTS* Tell her that I do not like cats and I do NOT want to see one in this office, in my room, or outside in the corridor, NEAR my rooms.
Boromir: I'll kick them, upon sight.
Boromir: If I do not swing them around by their tails, if I can catch hold of them. >:/
Boromir: *haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaates cats that much, indeed*
Faramir: That reminds me. She can ward your room and office against such things - including ghosts.
Boromir: *frowns more*
Boromir: Can she, now.
Boromir: *appears to be considering this*
Faramir: She has already done the same for my bed chambers, and I wish her to do such to my office. If we are to come into our own, we cannot have father constantly double checking our work, or listening in on our conversations.
Boromir: .....father hasn't double-checked my work for me, merely pointed out one report that I had recieved. *shakes his head* Do you not think he can still provide valuable insight? Aye, I am rather angry all around...but it does not mean that I would not welcome him into my office. *suddenly eyedarts and then grumbles* The bedchamber is another story, altogether.
Boromir: If it works, and does not leave some feeling of infinite dread lingering about, nor curses or the likes, then...aye...I would have you ask her to do so. *doesn't want anyone nosing into his private bedchamber business, not with Miriel writing letters like THAT* *even if he's tried convincing himself that not doing anything at all and remaining perpetually single is the absolute best thing to do*
Faramir: He has underlined some words and other things he might wish me to pay closer attention to. It..bothers me. It is as though we cannot possibly do a good job without him.
Boromir: ...he has not underlined any of my papers.
Boromir: But I would think it best that perhaps you called out and spoke to him about this, before using some magical means to keep him out of your office. I might be a bit angry with...well, everyone except you...but, in the meantime, I am not about to not listen to him if he is going to bring something to my attention. Something that might be happening and I do not yet know about.
Boromir: I agree, though, that I do not want anyone...or anything...poking about in my bedchamber.
Faramir: He can catch me in the hal way. *shakes his head* But Beruthiel - who we are calling Azarphel, officially, suggested that he be given..an office of his own, of sorts.
Boromir: *is musing aloud for a moment* There is no need to discuss that, with anyone. My bedchamber, that is. Definitely not discussing that with father, either...
Boromir: ...... *after pointing out that, looks like he's thinking the set-aside office idea over, with a frown* ...that is...actually...not too bad an idea.
Boromir: There has to be at least one extra room, that he could have to himself, is there not?
Faramir: Aye, there's a small ante-chamber near your office, that has only been used for storage lately. It would suffice, a place of his own.
Boromir: The one, down the corridor from yours? The one next to my old captain-general's office?
Boromir: If it is the one I am thinking of, Faramir, that is far too cramped. It is not a room, it is more like...a storage closet. *shakes his head at Faramir like 'how could you suggest that?'*
Faramir: *laughs* You might be right in that, but I cannot think of any other office that is already not in use, or slated for other uses.
Boromir: There is a room past where this corridor intersects with the main one, that I do not think is in use. *thinks* What of father's old bedchamber, is that in use? What happened to his belongings?
Faramir: ... *did seal that place up like a tomb >.>* That's not a bad idea.
Boromir: There, then. But I am still not going to have your....wife...put up anything over my office door. Only my bedchamber. That I will agree with. *thinks* Is there anything else she can do, to make sure that those with ill intent stay away from that room?
Boromir: *is more thinking of Miriel than himself, then shakes his head* Nay, only what was mentioned. That is enough, I think. It is all I could stand.
Boromir: *suddenly grins at Faramir* Congratulations, little brother. Where is my nephew.
Faramir: I could ask her.. *looks thoughtful*
Faramir: *starts* What?
Boromir: My NEPHEW. Where is he. When can I expect his arrival, so that I can buy him a pony and lots of training swords and little shields.
Boromir: You are obviously smitten with her, rather cheerful looking, and she has her claws into you in a way that was sudden...but apparently you've managed to tame her wild ways, did you not? Why are you not off, making me a nephew to spoil rotten.
Boromir: I have everything under control, as far as work goes. So go forth, and make me a nephew. *waves him away with one hand like 'shoo'.*
Faramir: .....we have not discussed children at all. >.>
Boromir: *FACEPALMS AND IT SOUNDS LIKE IT HURTS*
Boromir: *groooooooooans* Do not let her repeat what happened with the ship-king......oh Eruuuuuuuuuuu......no heirs........
Boromir: *end o' the world!* NO NEPHEW FOR ME TO SPOIL!
Boromir: Damn it, you wed her, and you did not even ASK about the possibility of having an HEIR?! You know such boring past history even better than I do!
Faramir: *exhales* I love her. That is..all that really mattered to me at the time. I think, however, she may be more willing to have a child, than she was in the past, though I cannot base that in hard fact.
Boromir: *points at office door* I am happy for you, truly I am. You seem to have finally found the right witch for you, and appear to be happy and yet yourself at the same time. But if I do not have a nephew to dote on, I will be a very, very, very unhappy person to live with. >.<
Boromir: Go ASK her, BEG if you must!
Boromir: It is REALLY not as though I can do such a thing, as it IS! Even if I WANTED to, which I did not, to begin with. >.<
Faramir: *would debate her being a witch, but would totally lose that 'cause she's most assuredly absolutely a witch! But sighs, and nods his head* I will assuredly speak with her, regarding children, and duties of my station, as you have outright declined to have children. What would you do if we were to have a daughter?
Faramir: *hopes Miriel is okay with the no kids thing*
Boromir: I would curse the Valar, vividly.
Faramir: *okay, assumes much about his brother, but damn, it's obvious XD*
Boromir: TELL your wife that I will not even harm her CATS.
Faramir: *laughs!* If we are lucky then, a boy first, or at least second.
Faramir: She is not too fond of her cats, herself.
Boromir: ........ *raises an eyebrow way up* ...beg pardon?
Boromir: Is she not otherwise known as the CAT Queen?
Faramir: Aye?
Boromir: How could she then not like CATS?
Faramir: She loathes them, point of fact.
Boromir: .............
Boromir: Yet are there not cats running about? Does she PET them?
Boromir: If so, then she is lying and does not, in fact, hate cats. *ha HA expression of smugness* It matters not. Use it as a valid point to warm her to the idea of having a male heir. It is far too important now, that YOU actually HAVE one.
Faramir: *nods his head* She does know ...some of what we now know, but I did not tell her the details as to why my mother toppled from her pedestal.
Boromir: Ahhh. Well. It is STILL far too important now, that you actually have one. Did you have Aragorn give his blessing to this marriage to finalize it? I doubt father would give his blessing.....
Boromir: *grumbles bitterly* Even if I were to have a child, by mistake, it would be in line for nothing, and there is no point to it.
Faramir: It is right of the King, to choose his Stewards as he wills it. Thus, any child you have, would be in line for your position as co-steward, regardless of who your father is. Additionally, you are in line to the Prince of Belfalas, as well. Fourth or fifth right now.
Boromir: Faramir, there are enough directly in line for Belfalas ahead of you or me, that the both of us would be long dead if our turn were ever to come up. It would not matter either, for I know what the situation is at least. *waves a hand and shakes his head* I will not. There is no use carrying anything of Aragorn's line forward, when he will likely have far too many children to count at this rate.
Faramir: His four children and his grandson, brother. But you are right, I doubt anything would happen to all of them. *knocks on wood >.>* But you misunderstand. Kings in the past have selected their stewards. It just became customary to choose from the line of Hurin. But they still chose, even among sons. Usually the eldest, yes, but not always. Therefore, if he wishes to place you as a Steward, it is fully within his right, based on tradition.
Boromir: And it is not understood by you, that should I have one, and should word reach him somehow that his grandfather was a King, it could cause potential future strife with my line, and Aragorn's children.
Faramir: Perhaps that is knowledge that ought to die with us. But regardless, you can still hold the post, even if you've no children.
Boromir: *dry look* I should say so. I wanted this post. I looked forward to it and believe I've damn well earned the right to it. Something might happen, and someone else might know, and it might leak down through the ages in whispers or forgotten mention in crumbling old letters. *slouches down in his chair* I will not take part in that, thus I am going to take the necessary precautions. Now will you go talk to Aragorn so this marriage of yours is made official and added into the archives and history books?
Boromir: AFTER you ask that wife of yours when my nephew will be falling out of her. As nicely and as beggingly as possible.
Faramir: It's already made official. >.> *even if he just sorta did it as Steward himself XD* Infact, sign this... *offers the paper* ...as 'witness' and it will be made official.
Boromir: *frowns a bit sullenly and signs it, then pushes it back across the desk* I hope she does not disappoint you.
Faramir: ...that feeling is mutual, brother...
Boromir: Ah, you are hoping she does not disappoint you, either. Understood.
Faramir: Can you really blame me? My track record with women isn't the best. Remember the time I tried to talk to that noble's daughter?
Boromir: I shall have to meet her at some point, and make a valiant attempt to be civil. *shakes his head again at the memory of what most assuredly was horrifying for Faramir as far as attempted romance goes* And stumbled over your own words? Aye, I recall that.
Boromir: It was painful to behold.
Faramir: And then I spilled that wine all over the front of her dress...
Boromir: I highly doubt that you are having such troubles now. *folds his arms over himself and - though he really is happy for his brother - his mind is on his own troubles* Bah. Go enjoy your honeymoon, brother.
Faramir: You're still worried about her, aren't you. Why don't you talk to me? Share your troubles?
Boromir: Take your papers to the archives and... *squinty look* ...talk about WHAT? There is nothing to speak of.
Boromir: If you mean my over-qualified assistant, she is only my over-qualified assistant. *>.>* *right, will keep telling self that*
Boromir: Who sends me dirty little letters from Pelargir. *grumbling*
Faramir: *folds his arms, looks stern* You cannot hide it from me, bro--dirty what?!
Boromir: *opens the desk drawer, pulls out the letter, and flips it onto the desk so it lands within Faramir's reach* *is back to slouching in his chair again, with his arms folded over himself, and looking very sullen and discontent*
Faramir: *picks it up, reads**snorts* I like her sense of humour, regarding that whole assistant cover-...*stares* Sweet mandos!
Boromir: That is what I thought. Aragorn was standing there, so I could not say anything of the sort. *grumbles*
Faramir: *rereads it again, 'cause it's hot* This is..very well written.
Boromir: *bluntly states* She is a liability to my work, if she is being nabbed and dragged off toward Umbar. Now give me my dirty letter back. You can not keep it. Tis as close as I am going to get to ever doing anything. >.<
Faramir: *offers it back* Nonsense. If she were to, say, live with you, and perhaps Beruthiel could place some additional wardings to protect her...
Boromir: ......LIABILITY. *takes it, puts it back in his desk drawer, takes out a small key, and LOCKS it shut*
Faramir: ...Was that a slip I just saw in there?
Boromir: Nay. It was not. Will you go drop off that paper so the scribes can get started? >.<
Boromir: *places the desk key into a pocket where its safe*
Faramir: *rolls his eyes, stands* Perhaps you should let yourself be happy, brother. It's doing wonders for me. *..almost...ALMOST getting over the Ilsa guilt XD*
Boromir: *hmphs* It does not suit some people, such as myself. I think that work is enough to keep me happy until I am old and unable to work, any longer.
Faramir: Sure it does. *pats his brother's shoulder, and walks out**makes way to scribes to get that all taken care of**gets winked at by cute lady!scribe*
Boromir: *continues to work and be morose/troubled/frowny the whole time, shows no signs of stopping even THEN* *sleep? who needs it, pffffffft*
Meanwhile: *absurdly guarded cart taking the three women back <3*
Faramir: *goes wife!hunting**not in bedroom...not in Citadel in fact**frowny, checks Library*
Beru: *not in library* *is in her inn room, gathering her 'things'*
Beru: *starts to walk out with a black bag with folded black plain dresses in it, a plain silver hair comb for combing out her hair, several unadorned silver hair pins and sticks for pulling her hair up, a borrowed book from the library about local plants, and two silver drop earrings with round smoothly polished onyx stones in them* *realizes now what she used to have, that is missing* *but is walking back up to the citadel, holding onto the bag's strap with both hands, and has a fat white cat tagging along after her*
Beru: *lugging along slower than her usual brand of slow*
Faramir: *explored around under the city for a bit, and comes up a bit dusty**nearly runs into her as she walks along* There you are! *grins*
Beru: *puts the bag down and pulls the hood of her cloak back, staring back at him with a fond gleam in her eyes, even if the rest of her face fails to register that* ...I did not disappear. I was gathering my belongings. *reaches out and brushes her fingertips over his shoulder to wipe away some cobwebs along with the dust* You have been busy.
Faramir: *picks up the bag for her* You should have asked, I could have had some one help, or helped myself. It's..official now. I was searching for you.
Beru: I had hoped to return to your room, before you were finished. But I...woke up, rather late in the day. *gives him a discreetly smouldering look, and folds her hands together* I must admit, I did not think that I would be wedded, but...I am rather pleased that I am, and that it is to you.
Beru: *rests a hand on his arm, so she can walk next to him*
Faramir: *pride!* *walks with her, taking her arm, in fact* I am wed to a woman out of a story book. Literally....
Beru: *walks arm in arm with him* I am wedded to a man who is like a poet. Many who have read or heard the same story you look so proud about, would be shocked.
Faramir: *laughs* Perhaps it helps that I am more a creature of the forest, than the sea you hate so much.
Beru: *is trying hard not to smirk at that, and for the most part, is succeeding* This forest of yours lives in your heart and mind, and I would like to see it, for trees do cast shadow and offer shade. I would be better suited to that.
Faramir: We plan to rebuilt there, eventually. I was eyeing Emyn Arnen, in particular. Since, apparently, I will be a prince.
Beru: *hmms and nods very slowly, and thinks she knows he might be hinting at something more with that prince thing, and what it entails* *walks with him a bit more and then suggests in a low whisper* A prince is expected to have little princelings...so let us go to your room, and discuss this in private.
Faramir: *nods his head, and leads her back to his..their? room* *still amused that she was already moving herself in, anyway. Under the impression women in Umbar tended to do what they wanted, when they wanted >.>*
Beru: *they do, and it is very much 'girl sees? girl wants? girl takes.' as far as society goes, and as long as the woman has some political, power, or magical weight to do so and get away with it* *this time though, its a lot less with the cut-throatedness* *walks in, takes off her cloak, and drapes it over the back of a chair, before closing the door before the cat can catch up and get into the room* ...do you wish to plead your case first, husband, before I tell you what I think of such a thing happening?
Beru: *stands there, with her hands folded together in front of her, and stares*
Faramir: *puts her bag down and flexes his arms out a bit. Puts his own cloak on a peg on the door, then turns to regard her* I would like to be a father some day. Not to pass on my line, or to please others, though passing on my father's lineage is important as well. But I would like to...my father made some mistakes, though he did much good by me. I would like to do the same good, while avoiding the mistakes.
Beru: *stands perfectly still and is looking directly at him, like she's listening...before raising her eyebrows ever so slightly in that 'is it rebuttle time now?' sort of way that she tends to do*
Faramir: *nods his head*
Beru: I will not risk having a girl child.
Beru: Though I would teach her nothing, it would be in her blood, to be as I am. And others might take her away from us, and try to use her against you and yours. *walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, inspecting her clasped hands as she continues whisper-speaking* The best revenge left to me, against Umbar, is to give birth to a son.
Faramir: Like they took Miriel and the others.
Beru: *nods very, very slowly*
Faramir: The line of Stewards can pass through women, and has in the past, though don't tell my brother that *laughs* *sits next to her* I would not force a son on you.
Beru: *says in a painfully soft voice* I would have liked a daughter. But I do not see that this is possible. *pauses and brows furrow together a little* As it is you, it is not forcing anything upon me. I squandered an entire lifetime, denying myself such things. I would have them now.
Faramir: I do not mean right away. *smiles at her* But it heartens me to hear that.
Beru: *raises her head and then looks over at him, face softening at his smile* You are discussing the possibility, with me. Not expecting it, as others did.
Faramir: *nods his head gently*
Beru: *nods in response* I will bear you a son, but it must be done according to my instruction and with a few nudges of fate, in the right direction. So that it is a boy. In Umbar, they have a way of arranging...things...so that the children will be born as girls more than boys, in certain families.
Faramir: It is through the female line your power passes, then? *nods his head* Though there might be..advantages, to continuing it, perhaps the disadvantages outweigh it.
Beru: *shakes her head* In this, the advantages would be overshadowed by the disadvantages. I will not teach a child what I have been taught, regardless of if it is a girl or a boy. But it will be a boy, for I will arrange things just so, and he will have your better qualities in him and my strength of will, and thus be useless to them.
Faramir: I think he would be served in having your eyes, if only to enrapture the girls.
Beru: He will enrapture many girls and will likely overshadow us both with a quest to know everything there is to know, if it is contained in a book or a scroll.
Beru: *says suddenly* I will require some of your blood.
Faramir: *starts* My blood, whatever for?
Beru: To...nudge things...in the right direction. You will have to trust me, in this. I will discard what is not used, for this purpose.
Beru: *still appears, the entire time, vaguely troubled by something, but is hiding it well*
Faramir: *.....gets a knife and a vial, but asks first* What troubles you?
Beru: *stands and sighs almost silently* I think I know what the binding item might have been. I only realized it, today, what it was that I was missing, and always had with me. *holds her hand out for the vial*
Faramir: *holds out the vial* Please, tell me?
Faramir: I won't think lesser of you.
Beru: *takes it in one hand and appears to be considering, then nods and points a finger down, just below her breasts and on her upper stomach* A necklace, on a long silver chain...there was a flat, smooth round black stone, as the pendant. It was used for looking into the stone and trying to 'see' things that might be amiss, around me. A precursor to my cats, if you will. It was my mothers.
Beru: I have the earrings, but not the necklace.
Faramir: *looks thoughtful* Describe how you would see things with it?
Beru: Well, it was long, so that I could hide it under my dresses. It rested here. *lightly taps her finger where it had been the whole time* I would pull it out, light a candle or two in a darkened room...and stare into it. It holds no power, on its own. It depends strictly on the person using it, to be able to see things in it.
Beru: It requires quiet, and concentration, and not being intrupted. And an excess of time, before anything of interest can be seen.
Faramir: *tilts his head* ..Not unlike a Palantir....Do you know where your mother got it?
Beru: *shakes her head very slowly from side to side* From her mother, I suppose. As I said, it has no powers of its own. It is only...a tool. Many witches sometimes use them, and the images are often not of actual happenings or things, but of signs and omens. Its not a reliable practice, which is why I turned to summoning the cats.
Beru: One can not 'speak' through it, to another. Such things do not work that way. It is only left to the eye of the beholder, looking into it.
Faramir: *looks thoughtful* So it is more of something to..focus your visions upon... That is not a bad idea, I think.
Beru: *nods* A witch's tool. Nothing like your seeing stones, where one can think and thus speak to another, and control what one is seeing, with much more precision. Someone must have this, if I have the earrings but not the necklace. *holds out the vial* A cut to your little fingertip, will suffice. If you wish me to make the cut, I will. But I will have to pinch it, in order to get enough blood. And I will need to do the same, to my own finger.
Faramir: *cuts his fingertip, then pinches it to provide the needed blood*
Beru: *catches it in the vial by holding it just under his finger* I will kiss it better, after we are finished. Do you have some white cloth? And I will need a stone, and something to symbolize something male. A dagger, a short-bow, an arrow, nothing round, but something long and preferably sharp. Something that can be spared for a few months.
Faramir: I've white cloth. *doesn't hesitate* And an arrow. *is ranger man after all!*
Beru: *nods and just barely shakes the bottle* We will need more. I must mark the cloth, and tie it around those things. And a candle. I will have need of the wax.
Faramir: *pulls out a white cloth and a candle, and brings it over**hand choses three arrows, as well*
Beru: *takes them, and lays everything out on a nearby desk, then puts the vial down, and holds her hand out for the knife* I still need a stone. Something rugged, and not round nor smooth.
Faramir: *hands the knife over, handle first, then walks to his closet**he kneels, and pulls out a small box**he brings them over, inside are an assortment of stones* I would oft collect these when I was young, many of them from Ithilien.
Beru: That is fitting. *jabs the point deeply into a pinkie finger, and pinches it over the vial to collect the blood* I would have you choose one, that you find a great affinity and fondness for. Anything round would increase our chances for a girl child, rather than a boy.
Faramir: *picks through them, until he finds a particularly jagged semi-precious stone*
Beru: *looks over at it, as she's finished with the obtaining blood part* That one is special. *nods like it will work, pauses to light the candle, and takes up a quill, dips it into the vial so that it draws up the blood, and begins marking strange designs on the white cloth*
Faramir: *watches her, curiously*
Beru: *is whispering very very softly as she does so, finishes finally and holds it up, waits for it to dry a bit* *isn't speaking since she's still...nudging things*
Faramir: *feels..uneasy..*
Beru: *waits until its not in any danger of smearing, places it down on the desk, and drips some candle wax very carefully over the blood markings to 'seal it', then places the stone and the arrows on top of the cloth, pulls up the corners, and ties them together, continues whispering very faintly as she picks it up, turns, and walks over to the bed, then kneels down and pushes it underneath*
Faramir: *well, that makes sense >.> The under the bed thing.*
Beru: *stands and looks over at him, then smiles*
Faramir: I admit I'm uneasy.
Beru: It is a nudge, it is not inducing anything to have me bear Morgoth as a child.
Beru: It is for a boy child. Such things were done for women who kept having boy children and were not blessed with a girl, but the items and markings were different.
Beru: Now, I will cease taking my herbs.
Faramir: *blinks**holds up a hand* As I said earlier, I did not mean to start trying, immediately. I would..wish some time with you, without the patter of children's feet. If only for a little time.
Beru: *says far more seductively, in a whisper-purr* We will have that time, while we are testing fate. It will require quite a bit of lovemaking, before a seed is planted.
Beru: If this is to be not only a slap in the face to those in Umbar, but something we both will want...and enjoy...for the rest of our days? I hope the wait will not be long.
Beru: *sucks on her pinkie finger while looking into his eyes, to try to get the blood off*
Faramir: *brings his forefinger to his mouth and sucks on it while staring at her* You make it very difficult, to not become enraptured over. *laughs* And I think we need not worry, about lack of love-making, on either of our parts.
Beru: *lips pull into a bit of a smirk, around her finger...looks...very secretive!naughty*
Beru: *eyes are even sparkling in a naughty way, thanks to the additional candlelight in the room now*
Faramir: *reminded of the cat queen and the cream**mouth = dry*
Beru: *he just liked it when she started out by pouring a little bit on his chest and stomach and licking it off him* *sloooooowly slips her finger out of her mouth and has gotten very good at removing that dress, and proves it right then*
Faramir: *...grins at her**will pick that brilliantly sexy mind once they've exhausted their physical needs, oh yes he will*
Beru: *and what is it her husband wants to pick her mind over, hmmm?* *holds out her arms to him, pulls him into an embrace and onto the bed, and...yet again, there's yet more intense love-making* *bwahaha*
Beru: *let him take absolute control of it too, since that's the last part of the spell work needed to get things rolling >.>*
Faramir: *totally and wholly in control, and loving every minute of it. Worshipping and lovemaking and yadda yadda*
Beru: *feels much like she's being spoiled by such good sex...then again, is becoming very good at indulging in such an area*
Faramir: *spoooooils her*
Beru: *is spoooooooiled, will spoil him, tomorrow*
Faramir: *very pleased with this*
Faramir: *gives her a second round too*
Beru: *is also! even tells him that by whispering in his ear, after he's finished with round two*
Faramir: *something exciting about doing this without the 'protection' of the herbs'*
Beru: *is also >.> feels very naughty....and loves that.* *hasn't EVER done that without herbs being involved, either*
Faramir: *nuzzles her after*
Beru: *holds and nuzzles* ...I will give you the finest son.
Faramir: *smiles*
Beru: *pets at his hair*
Faramir: I've been..meaning to ask you.
Beru: It is the right time of the month for me to have this happen, should the herbs wear off soon. I did not take them all that long, this time and... *quiets* ...please, ask, whatever it is.
Faramir: Whatever happens, happens, then. But I wanted to know....
Beru: *looks mildly curious now, staring into his eyes, and waiting*
Faramir: Have you ever had visionary dreams?
Beru: It is not uncommon, but I know of ways to take control over them. My mother had them far more often, though I was not as adept as she, or my sister, were.
Faramir: *nods his head* I had one, last night. Or perhaps it was a simple dream.
Beru: Often, when I sleep, I try to see things through my cats eyes, instead. Or I used to. I have not done that, so much, while I was here. *looks a little concerned* I was good at reading signs and omens, though, or knowing the feel of things. If you wish to share this dream of yours.
Faramir: I see bodies burning, but the flames almost resembled people.
Beru: *nods* ...was there nothing more to this, something on the ground, or were the flames that resembled people, wearing what might look to be clothes, or armaments...
Beru: ...for bodies burning, could symbolize what once was in Numenor of old. But that is only one possibility, Faramir.
Faramir: *nods his head* They were in a circle. Seven bodies. Nay, fourteen.
Beru: ...outdoors?
Faramir: They surrounded a bonfire, and the flame from seven to seven. Aye.
Beru: ...hmmm....
Beru: ...only fire and no ash? Was it day, or night?
Beru: *is frowning ever so slightly, and then thinks on the number seven, to seven...and then looks troubled* ...Faramir...
Faramir: It was night..
Beru: *voice is a sad whisper* ...that stone you found, with the fresco painted around it...how many hands were painted, reaching up toward it?
Faramir: Seven pairs of hands, one for each son of Feanor. There should have been an eight pair of hands, for Feanor, but it was either never added on purpose, or was missing because of the damage.
Faramir: *blinks* Wait.
Beru: .... *looks at him, waiting, like she knows he will figure it out, fears she already knows that this might mean something else has happened, and fears it is much like what happened with her*
Faramir: Who would be stupid enough to try to raise Feanor and his sons?!
Beru: *staring riiiiiiight into his eyes like he should know better*
Beru: Who would have been stupid enough to raise a wraith? Or an exiled queen?
Faramir: Those Umbarean witches. They have no idea what they've unleashed. >.<
Beru: You must tell your king, this vision is meant to warn you.
Beru: They are testing their boundaries too much. I do not know if the one who raised me is still alive, but with the amount of control it would take to keep me from retaliating with words, constantly, even at the risk of us both perishing...it is no wonder I was only half-awake when I was placed in a boat headed here. If they have tried, they are getting better, and more ambitious.
Faramir: And suffered for it, for it looked as though the women all burned to death.
Beru: ...then they are too ambitious.
Beru: That does not mean all of them burned.
Faramir: *nods his head, closes his eyes, thinks*
Beru: There were not enough mentioned, only six, to raise all seven. It would take one sorceress, for one to be raised.
Beru: Unless.... *thinks* ...they have started training others.
Faramir: Which is good to know, regardless.
Beru: *nods and then holds more tightly onto him*
Beru: *explains* ...I am not scared, but concerned.
Faramir: Concerned...is a good way to put it
Beru: *asks in the faintest of whispers* You will tell your king, yes?
Faramir: I will tell him, yes, my vision, and our concerns. *nods his head*
Beru: *nods in response and then nuzzles her face into the side of his neck and sighs softly*
Faramir: Do you have something else to say....?
Beru: *even then can barely be heard speaking* ...I want my necklace back.
Beru: ...I can only imagine what they must use, to bring someone like those elves, back from beyond...if this is as we think it is.
Beru: They will be angry.
Beru: *as angry as she is, about her necklace, but things had been such a rush for her after she arrived, that she didn't even notice it until she'd returned to pack what she had*
Faramir: Very angry, and they are not known to be....calm. I fear for all of us.
Beru: They will have to be hunted down, and stopped. Not just those elves...but the ones who are raising us.
Beru: This will cause more problems, while those in power in Umbar, are allowed time to further their own plans.
Faramir: which is the greater threat, at this time?
Beru: *tilts her head up enough to whisper in his ear* ...what does your heart and mind tell you? Is the wraith as big a threat, as two seeking silmarils might be? Or is Umbar the even greater threat?
Beru: *carresses a hand over the side of his face while doing that* I could give you something, to deepen the dreams and sharpen the images, should you have another. It never seemed to work on me, though.
Faramir: They are all threats.I fear Umbar will continue to raise more, and more, until they've an army of the greatest heros and villians of the past. And that they will lose control of that army.
Beru: Look at the wraith, look at me...neither of us seemed to have anyone capable of controling us, properly. I was likely viewed as a failure, and the wraith overcame his sorceress. Feanor...and his sons...would easily overcome those who raised them, and perhaps they might die in the process.
Beru: The more ambitious they are, the more likely these heroes and villians are, to run freely, and perhaps cause strife and chaos. Some will not fight for Umbar.
Beru: *thought occurs to her*
Faramir: Some will likely want revenge
Beru: *nods* I do, but I will have my revenge, by bearing a son. The one with the necklace, is nowhere near here. Should they try to control me, they might hold the necklace, but they do not hold my tongue, and I could easily put them to sleep with my words, and claim the necklace.
Beru: If not that, then my cats would attack them, so that I could snatch it away.
Faramir: It might not be so easy as you think
Faramir: They would likely know you capable of such things.
Beru: And do what, plug their ears with wax on purpose? I could draw down a veil of silence around me, and not hear what they are bidding me to do. For every action they might have, I know a counter-reaction. It will not be so easy for them, as they thought it might be.
Beru: They could twirl the necklace around at me, but I would not hear a word of it. There would be little use in their trying. They are keeping it as a trinket, now.
Faramir: You are overconfident again.
Beru: *shakes her head a little and looks him in the eyes* I can do this.
Faramir: Can you? *gazes into her eyes* Maybe...
Beru: I could kill them if I wished to. And if their ears were not plugged with wax. But I know you would disapprove, and it would kill me as well.
Beru: *is thoughtfully looking into his eyes* Gather those who are heroes to you, and offer them sanctuary and aid, if they agree to help you against those in Umbar. But if they want their second chance at life and freedom, warn them that they should not kill the ones that raised them. It is a...trade.
Faramir: *nods his head* Perhaps offer them second chances, as you have.
Beru: *nods slowly* There are those who were not heroes, as I once was not...but, extending some peace offering with this second chance, and not branding them as villians immediately, might aid your cause.
Faramir: *nods his head**lays back and stares at the ceiling* I should send the king a missive..
Beru: You should. *stretches out so she's alongside him, body pressed against him and one arm draped over his waist* But I think the elves with their fire, can wait until morning.
Faramir: ...*nods his head*
Faramir: *pulls her against him*
Beru: *rests her head on his shoulder and gazes up at him* I love you. I will not leave your side.
Faramir: *protectively*
Beru: *whispers* Do not fear. I am not being overconfident.
Faramir: I love you, Beruthiel..
Beru: *smiles at him*
Faramir: *that wasn't so hard*
Beru: *then closes her eyes and appears to be asleep* *broken only by saying* ...I will mix that tea for you, also. To use at your liesure. *and no, it wasn't so hard, was already thinking about it, before*
Faramir: *laughs softly, and hand gets caressy along her curves.*
Beru: *fingers trace slowly up and down over the side of his body, until her hand finally draws to a stop, and she's passed out yet again*
Faramir: *laughs softly**half-worries she's got a problem, with being tired all the time* >.>
Beru: *its only because of the cats* *but doesn't want to go without them, since they're another means of protecting herself, too*
Beru: *and while she doesn't like cats, she's grown...accustomed to them*
Faramir: *falls asleep, snuggled against her*