The sun was peeking over the trees as the travelers arrived on the shore of Westeros. They had traveled by ship from Gondor, bringing with them some goods of the Rohirrim. With the help of the crew, they brought down with horses, each carrying saddlebags full of supplies. Winfola was hesitant to enter the new land, his eyes large at the strange landscape. Eowyn stroked his mane and smiled, both of them strangers in this world.
"Where is the nearest village?" she asked her husband. "Does any of this look familiar to you, my sweet?"
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Apr 13, 2015 11:12:58 GMT -5
It felt strange to be back. They had traveled for a long while already. Belethorn, knowing his wife was pregnant, tried to spare his wife and take it easy, so she would not lose their child because of stress. They brought with them an extra horse to carry supplies, and they had brought food and waterskins with them. Now and then Belethorn stopped to hunt more food they could enjoy later on - only small prey that was easy to transport.
Now that they entered the new land, Belethorn wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder with a warm smile on his face. "The nearest village is only a short ride away now, my sweet," he informed. "I spent my last night at the inn there before boarding the ship to Gondor."
He lead his wife and the horses towards the village and stopped before a small, but cozy inn. The innkeeper was a chubby little man with a kind face and a friendly smile.
"Ah, you have returned, Mylord," he exclaimed when he recognized the rider. "But pray tell, who is the angel by your side?"
Belethorn smiled and kissed Eowyn's hand. "This is my wife, Lady Eowyn of Rohan," he informed the man. "And as you say, she is indeed an angel who has already blessed me by becoming my bride."
The innkeeper smiled and bowed deeply to the Lady. "Welcome to my humble inn, Mylady," he said. "My name is Hrod, and I am the innkeeper in our tiny village. My wife is in the kitchen preparing the dinner. Would you like a room for the night?"
While on the journey, Eowyn had sensed Belethorn's changing behavior about the baby. She had grown beyond her typical physic, her stomach expanding enough to show activity, yet she still felt the same strength in her heart. She accepted her husband's coddling at times, remaining on the horse or ship while he searched for food, yet she was always apart of their decisions. That would never change.
Now on land once more, she rode Winfola without complaint, keeping a hold on their supply horse and allowing Belethorn to take the lead. This was his realm after all and would know where to go better than she. Reaching the small inn, Eowyn slipped off the horse with small difficulty and looked around.
"It reminds me of the Westfold," she noted. "What is this place called?"
Meeting the innkeeper, Eowyn smiled at his hospitality. "Ah, but it was my husband who blessed me with our child," she added, caressing the bump under her dress. "A more precious gift I could never receive than his love."
As Belethorn set about getting them a room, Eowyn glanced about the place. It was little different than the drinking establishments back home, the fireplace warming the room delightfully. "Has there been any news from Aras?" she asked the innkeeper. "We are making for the capital city. Is it far from here?"
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Apr 18, 2015 4:35:08 GMT -5
During the journey Belethorn often rested his gaze on Eowyn's fair appearance, his eyes beaming with joy when it rested on her growing belly. He admired how strong his wife was during this travel, how she never complained even when the sea was rough or the weather was changing. He felt lucky to have married a woman like her, and he knew she would be a great Queen in their own home once it was rebuilt.
Back in Westeros he rode side by side with his beautiful wife, telling her of what he had seen and experienced last he had visited these parts, and what had changed since last he was here. He smiled when she told him it reminded him of the Westfold.
"This village is called Algarheim," he said when they reached the village. "It is named after its founder, a farmer named Algar. From what I understood last I was here, Algar rose against a tyrant ruler and rebelled against him - and won."
The innkeeper beamed when Lady Eowyn spoke of expecting a child with her husband. "Ah, congratulations to you both," he exclaimed. "This calls for a celebration. Perhaps my Lordship would want to stay in the bridal suite tonight? And my wife is cooking her special dish - lambchops with potatoes, greens and the most wonderful sauce you will ever taste... We also have desserts tonight. May I also recommend the red wine?" Meeting the innkeeper, Eowyn smiled at his hospitality. "Ah, but it was my husband who blessed me with our child," she added, caressing the bump under her dress. "A more precious gift I could never receive than his love."
Belethorn glanced at his wife and winked when the innkeeper started talking about the menu. Being more practical than culinary he could book the room for himself and his wife, but he left to her to choose tonight's meal. Whatever she chose was good for him. He signed up himself and his wife in the guest book and got a key for the room, before returning to his wife.
The innkeeper nodded when the Lady asked for news from Aras. "Yes, I have heard that the enemy is giving the people there a hard time," he said. "My wife received a female refugee from Aras shortly after your husband passed through here. She was heading for her cousin's home in Bree. The capital city in this land is named Birka. It is around four hours by horse away from here."
Eowyn listened to the history of this land with wonder. It was all new to her, yet it still reminded her of how Rohan was born. This was her land now, too, so she had to learn as much as she could.
She smiled at the story of the founding of Algarheim. "It must be an honor to live in a village with such a brave namesake. What happened to Algar?"
Eowyn smiled at the innkeeper's congratulations. She listened as he described the menu and nodded at his choices. "That sounds wonderful after such a long journey. Thank you."
Once the accommodations were settled, Eowyn listened to the news from Aras. She was saddened that fighting was still occurring, yet she had expected it. "What was the woman's name?" she asked. "If we pass through Bree, perhaps we can bring her back with us to Aras. She will be much safer travelling with two skilled warriors."
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Apr 19, 2015 8:37:35 GMT -5
Belethorn smiled when he saw how his beautiful Eowyn listened to the stories of these lands. From here it was not long before they reached Aras, and he knew there would be new stories waiting for them there - both the ones which had happened in the past, and the new ones they would build up together as they rebuilt their Kingdom after the war.
"Algar became the chief of this village," he said. "He married the beautiful Lady Gaelswyntha. She was the daughter of the former chief. Algar had three sons with her. It is their family who still rule the village. I would not have known so much of the history of this village, if our esteemed innkeeper had not been in a chatty mood the last time I came to visit on my way to Rohan. We need to travel a bit further to the West to find the kingdom of Aras. But it is not far now. Only two more nights on inns, and we will be home."
Thinking of Aras, he continued his story. "Aras is a Kingdom with a large coastline," he said. "In the middle of the country we have large mountains, but we also have forests, meadows and hills. We used to have two large cities, but I don't know if they still exist after our enemy struck. Our capital is named Birka, and that is the town where Queen Alfhild were born and lived until she married your uncle. My family have a large house there, where I thought you and I could settle down if it is safe. If not, we will think of something else. I am strong enough to build you a house of our own anywhere you would wish to live with our children."
The innkeeper smiled when Lady Eowyn accepted his offer of food. "You are most welcome, Mylady," he smiled and bowed. "Do you wish to have your dinner in the dinning hall with our other guests, or do you want to dine in your room?"
Seeing the things Belethorn and Eowyn brought with them he bowed again. "Do you want me to bring your luggage to your room, my Lordship?" he asked politely. "The horses will be taken well care of in our stables."
The innkeeper shook his head sadly when Lady Eowyn asked for the name of the woman who had tried to reach Bree. "I regret, fair lady," he said in an apologetic name. "It was my wife who spoke to her, and thus I can not recall her name. I think she left a couple days ago."
At this point in the conversation a soft, melodious voice appeared from the kitchen, and a chubby, middleaged woman with dark hair and brown eyes appeared in the doorway. This was the innkeeper's wife - a motherly woman who seemed to enjoy her work and meeting new guests. "The woman's name was Muiriel," she told her husband. "And it is true she left a couple days ago, but she was forced to return because of the bad weather we have been plagued with recently. She is still here, my Lordship, waiting for the weather to be better. You will probably find her in the dining room."
Eowyn smiled when she learned how Belethorn had learned the history of Algarheim. “Innkeepers are wonderful speakers,” she agreed. “The longer you stay in their inn, the more you will drink and the more they will earn in gold. I hope that your visits will not be too frequent to the taverns,” she finished with a chuckle.
Listening to the description of Aras, the woman was glad that the land had such diversity. While the plains of Rohan were beautiful, it was a land of grass contained in a bowl of mountains. The chance to visit forests and the sea was exciting to the White Lady. She smiled at the thought of visiting Birka, the capital where her aunt had been raised.
“Before Wormtongue's time, my uncle spoke often of his wife's homeland. I am excited to see it first hand, perhaps raising our child in the same town that she learned to walk.”
When she was asked where they would like to take their supper, Eowyn glanced at Belethorn. She knew the journey had been long but she was excited to meet new people from this land. There was so much for her to learn, she wanted to take as many opportunities as she could. “I would not mind the company,” she said. “But if you are in need of rest, we can retire to our room.”
Disappointed that the innkeeper did not know the name, Eowyn gave him a grateful smile. She turned when she heard a woman's voice enter the room. Taking in the woman's dress, she assumed this was the innkeeper's wife.
“I would love to speak with her,” she told the woman, “if she is willing for dinner companions.”
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Apr 21, 2015 13:08:36 GMT -5
Belethorn chuckled with laughter when Eowyn hoped that his visits to the taverns would not be too frequent. "My father told me long time ago how to make a glass of wine last for the whole evening," he said and kissed her cheek. "A man in my position needs to keep his head cool at all times, as there are many dangers in my Kingdom. So I will not squander away our money on drinks unless we really have something to celebrate."
He caressed her golden hair as he spoke, praising the gods for sending such an angel into his life. "As a matter of fact it is more likely you will find me in the town library in the places where those things are kept," he said. "Drunk men often speak nonsense, but books will never lie if they are written by men of honor."
He smiled by the sight of her sparkling eyes when he described Aras for her. "My kingdom is a land of large diversion in nature," he said softly. "My teacher used to say we had a little bit of everything. A little bit of seas and lakes, a little bit of mountains and vulcanoes, a little bit of forests and meadows. You can think you have seen it all, and then you find a new pearl of Mother Nature to rejoice by. When you have seen Birka, I wish to take you to Roselake - a small peaceful village in the depth of the forest. It only has around ten tiny cottages and is not much to look at - but the lake outside this tiny village is the only place in the world where the red water lilies grow..."
He looked at her and smiled. "They say it is a story connected to this lake and how the water lilies got their red color - I will tell it to you one day when we sit by the fireplace after a nice meal..."
He smiled when Eowyn spoke of raising their child in the same time where her aunt had learned to walk. "My sweet, if there is anything left of my family home, I can even offer you to raise our child in the garden where your aunt took her first baby steps," he said. "My parents have told me that her parents visited our home when it happened. If you like, we can have the room where she slept as our bedroom."
Belethorn smiled when his beloved Eowyn expressed her wish of company for their dinner. "I have no need of rest yet, my sweet," he said softly when she asked if they could speak with the woman from Aras. "I would be glad if you found new friends on our journey. We can dine with her if you want to."
He mused when the innkeeper's wife mentioned the name of the woman. Muiriel... Muiriel... At the moment he could not remember anyone by that name - but then again he had not been very familiar with the female part of the population. His days had been full of practicing his weapons and defending his city.
"I can't remember this Muiriel," he whispered to Eowyn. "But then again the only woman I have ever been interested in is you, my love..."
The innkeeper's wife smiled and offered a deep curtsey when Lady Eowyn asked to talk to the guest. "Of course, Milady," she said softly. "I am certain Miss Muiriel won't mind... But where are my manners - forgive me for being so forgetful - I am excited by all the guests we have today. My name is Rosie, and if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know."
Walking towards the dining room, she opened the door and stepped aside to let them in. The dining room was a nice and cozy room with a crackling fireplace and plaid tablecloths on the tables. There was a cauldron hanging over the fireplace, smelling lovely from today's dinner.
A single, young woman sat alone by one of the tables. She was dressed simple, yet elegant in a yellow gown. Her dark hair was arranged in a bun on the back of her head, and dark curls crowned her heartshaped face. Her skin was soft and smooth in a bronzed color, and her emerald eyes were sparkling in the sunlight as she sat and watched out of the window.
Eowyn smiled at the smart way that Belethorn took his drink. It showed that he would not be overcome with drunkenness and ill-fitting behavior. Less could be said for some of the other soldiers in her land.
“A man of words and thoughts is the best on the field,” she agreed. “If you are merely concerned with brute force you cannot act according to the dance of the battle. It will keep you alive longer if you have your wits about you.”
The White Lady was excited to see the new land that she would call home. The journey to Roselake sounded lovely and she delighted in the solitude of small villages. “I look forward to hearing all of your stories,” she told him, “and to write many of our own together.”
Learning that her grandmother's home might still be around, and that they may live there themselves, the woman leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek. “Nothing would bring me greater joy. I pray that your family will be accepting of me as your bride.”
After greeting the innkeeper's wife properly, Eowyn followed the woman to the dinning room. She could see the woman sitting alone, her eyes cast out the window. With a smile, she approached. “Pardon us, Miss Muiriel,” she said gently. “We are traveling to Aras and heard that you may have news from that land that could assist us. Do you mind if we join you for our meal?”
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Apr 26, 2015 2:48:50 GMT -5
Belethorn smiled when his wife found out how little he used to drink at the local inns. His men used to tease him for being so modest in his drinking, but his wife didn't seem to mind. Then again, his men were dead now, and he was still alive...
Listening to her words about men of words and thoughts being the best ones on the field he nodded in agreement. "My father used to say the same, my love," he smiled softly. "He did not drink much either - as he needed to keep his wits about him in his work. He was the defender of the royal castle. That is why my family home was so close to the home of your aunt."
He smiled when his wife seemed excited to see her new homeland. "I hope you like to travel, my love," he said softly. "I wish to take you on a journey all over Aras and show you every nook and corner of it. And as we travel I will tell you the stories of every place we see. Perhaps you'll find out the stories on your own too when we travel, and find new friends on our way..."
His gaze softened when she spoke of writing their own stories together, and he leaned in and kissed the baby bulk on her stomach lovingly. "I can't wait to live the stories with you and our children, my love," he said warmly. "I hope you love children, for I wish to have many of them with my beloved."
He was glad that she liked the idea of living in her grandmother's home. It would be a great place to raise their children when they were born, and large enough to house a growing family. "Sadly my parents were killed by the enemy attacking our castle when I was in battlefield," he told his wife. "But they would have loved you if they could have seen you - you are everything they could have dreamed of in a daughter-in-law. I had an older brother, but he died from disease when he was 8 and I was 6. None of my other siblings lived to see their first year. So you and our child are the only close family I have now."
Entering the dinning room with his wife, Belethorn scanned the room for eventual familiar faces among the guests. Miss Muiriel seemed to be the only one there at the moment. Even if the innkeeper had informed him that she was from Aras, Belethorn could not remember to have seen her face before. But then again - he had not been interested in women before he met his wife.
The woman turned her face towards them when they arrived, a glimpse of something in her eyes when she saw Belethorn. Lust? Desire? Greed? Belethorn wasn't sure, he only felt that the woman was dangerous for men. For him she seemed like a female spider - that would kill her mating partners and eat them when she had gotten what she wanted from them. He placed his arm around his wife's shoulders to show that he was spoken for and belonged to Eowyn.
"Please be seated," the young woman replied, gesturing towards the vacant seats around her table. Her voice was - in Belethorn's opinion - almost sickingly sweet and sensual. "I have been lonely for too long and would enjoy the company. I am Muiriel and come from Aras. Whom do I have the honor of addressing?"
Eowyn could see the joy on her husband's face when he spoke of telling her the stories of his homeland. “Each day I spend with you is a new story to recall,” she told him. “We will build our own history here, the beginnings of our family.”
When he said that he hoped she loved children, the shieldmaiden blushed. “I spent many of my childhood years with my brother, playing with swords and causing mischief. Were she alive, my mother would tell you what a challenge it was to groom me for a lady's life. Between hiding from my mother and chasing my brother, I did not see much of other children. I do not hate them, but I do not know much about raising one.”
Learning that Belethorn did not have any living relatives in Aras, the woman took his hand gently in her own. “We will bring back your family name,” she told him. “I do not wish to anger the Fates, but I may be carrying your heir right now.”
Approaching the table, Eowyn noticed how the woman watched them. Her looks were much more exotic than the White Lady was accustomed to, the people of Rohan being primarily fair skinned and light haired. Still she could see the beauty in this stranger, an allure in her eyes that made Eowyn uneasy.
“I am Eowyn,” she explained when asked her name. “I have come from my homeland of Rohan to settle in Aras with my husband, Belethorn. We heard that you had been driven from your town by the war. If you wish to return, you may travel in safety with us.”
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on May 2, 2015 16:08:58 GMT -5
The thought of spending the rest of his life with Eowyn brought a smile to Belethorn's face. He was a man who rarely smiled, and yet with Eowyn he seemed to smile all the time. It was something about her that brought joy to his heart. Her tender beauty, her sweet face, her sparkling eyes - everything about her made his heart race with passion and thank the Gods for sending this goddess into his life. "Every moment I spend with you is a treasure," he told her. "Nobody have ever made me as happy as you do. My only wish is to send the rest of my life in your arms and raise our children with you."
His eyes sparkled with joy when he pictured his wife as a child, images of her racing around and causing mischief running through his mind. "You must have been a very adorable little girl," he smiled. "I hope our daughters will grow to be just like their mother. Between the two of us - I don't know much about raising children either, but if you like, we can hire a childnurse to help us with what we don't know. Or we can learn as we go."
Her sympathy when she learned of how he had lost his family melted his heart, and he wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her growing belly lovingly when she spoke of carrying his heir. "I have been blessed to hold the greatest treasure of heaven in my arms," he smiled. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I am proud to be the father of our child. How could I be so fortunate to win your love?"
The woman at the table watched Belethorn and Eowyn as they came closer. Her lips curled in a sweet smile when Eowyn spoke to her, and her eyes sparkled when Eowyn offered her to travel with them.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both," she said, throwing Belethorn a seductive glance before turning towards Eowyn again. "How nice of you to let me travel with you. I will gladly accept your kind offer and hope I will be able to repay your kindness..."
Belethorn shuddered by the way the last words were spoken. The woman looked like she was planning to eat him in his sleep, starting with the hams. The man inched closer to his wife, as if she could understand his anxiety without a word being spoken, and placed his hand on her arm to show who he belonged to.
Eowyn herself had been raised by a maidservant after the death of her parents, so she was not opposed to getting help for their own children. Since Belethorn did not have remaining family in Aras, it would be nice to have a local that knew the land at their service.
The woman smiled when he asked how he had been so fortunate to win her love, stroking his hand with her fingers. "You DID save my kingdom from Wormtongue and helped defeat Saurman," she reminded him.
Greeting the strange woman, Eowyn felt Belethorn step closer to her. She had not seen the looks that Miuriel had given her husband, she thought that he was being protective of the child again. Smiling at him, she sat down in the seat across from the woman.
"Do forgive my husband's protective nature," she whispered to Miuriel. "It is the first child for both of us and he is very nervous."
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on May 3, 2015 16:01:26 GMT -5
Belethorn smiled when his beloved Eowyn did not oppose the idea of having some help raising their children. If she wanted, he would also hire other help for their home - women to take care of the household and men to look after the land. That way they would have time to rebuild Aras - perhaps even to it's former standard. He was certain that the farmers wouldn't mind.
"I will see who are still when we return to my town," he promised and kissed her forehead. "I want you to have someone loyal to you to help you with any chores you decide. It is also important to me that you like the person who is supposed to assist you. I wish for you to be happy, my love."
The man purred when she caressed his hand with her fingers, turning his head so he could kiss her cheek. "I only did what any gentleman would do in my situation," he said softly. "Besides, you saved me too - first when you found me in the wilderness and brought me to your uncle's house, as I would have perished from hunger and starvation if you had not found me. The second time you saved me was when I was injured in the battle with Saruman and you patched up my wound. I don't know what I would do without you."
Muriel smiled gently when Eowyn spoke to her, nodding in understanding when Eowyn apologized for her husband's protective nature. "Your first child?" she smiled and raised her wine glass. "Congratulations. Don't you want anything to drink? The wine in this tavern tastes delicious."
"Thank you, but no thank you," Belethorn replied harsly before the woman could pour a cup of wine for him. "I have had a long journey today, and I am content with a bowl of food and some cold, fresh water." He didn't utter his suspicions loud to Eowyn, but he had a feeling that something was terribly off with this woman.
The innkeeper's wife came to the table and placed their dinner before them on large dinner plates. Then she wished them a happy meal and returned to her work at the inn. Belethorn was hungry and started eating his food. The lamb chops were moist and tender, and had a delicious flavor. The food improved his mood a bit, and he sent his wife a warm smile, revealing how much he looked forward to have her to himself in their bedroom later.
“I know that you will have more knowledge of the citizens who are trustworthy that I will,” she pointed out. “Any selection you choose will be fine with me, my love.”
In the tavern, Eowyn blushed when Muiriel raised a glance for their child. “I am not much for the drink,” she explained. “Belethorn, do you wish some?” When he refused the wine, Eowyn wondered why. Surely at the end of a long journey, a drink would be best suited?
As the meal arrived, the woman noticed how her husband took to it right away, breaking eye contact with Muiriel. She was curious about his nerves but did not wish to ask him aloud. Instead, she turned her attention to the female guest. “What can you tell us about your homeland?” she asked. “I know it must have changed much since my husband left and I have never visited before.”
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on May 8, 2015 7:43:22 GMT -5
Belethorn smiled when Eowyn pointed out he would know best who of the citizens that were trustworthy. "It is only now in the beginning," he smiled and kissed her cheek. "A wise and charming woman like you will get to know them soon, and then you can see for yourself who you wish to trust with chores in our household. I can help you with background histories of the families, as I know most of the people in my hometown. Then we can decide together who we wish to work for us. Your opinions are important to me as you are the lady of the household, and I will never make a decision about our home or our children without talking to you first."
Muiriel nodded in understanding when Eowyn said she was not much for the drink. "It is perhaps for the best," she smiled. "I don't know how much it can affect the baby if the mother drinks too much." Looking around the room she caught sight of a mug filled with freshly pressed fruit juice, and she rose to her feet and brought it over to their table. "Try some of the fruit juice instead," she suggested. "It is fresh every morning, and the innkeeper's wife make it herself with fruits from her garden. It is really delicious."
She tried to catch Belethorn's gaze, but he focused intensely on his food, as to avoid any eye contact with her. Muiriel grinned when she noticed.
Oooh, a challenge, she cooed inwardly. It is always the strong, silent types who makes the best lovers. Let's see how long it will take for him to fall for me...
She knew that her time with the couple might be brief if they were only escorting her to Bree. She had to prolong her stay with them somehow. Perhaps she could win the trust of the wife? She seemed young and trusting...
When Eowyn focused her attention on Muiriel instead of her quiet husband, the woman smiled and met her gaze.
"Aras is a large Kingdom, a real pearl for lovers of Mother Nature," she smiled. "In more peaceful times tourists came to see our country and enjoy our warm, sunny days and relax at our white, sandy beaches. They came to ride in our green forests or climb our tallest mountains. They came to fish in our rivers and sail on our lakes. The parties at our royal castle used to be the most glorious anyone had heard of. Our farmers grew their land, and the soil was fertile and brought food to the entire people."
She took a last gulp of her wine glass before continuing her story. The alcohol burned in her stomach and made her calm enough to carry on.
"Then, all of a sudden, our enemies were over us," she said in a hoarse voice as the memories filled her mind. "Burning down our farms, killing the cattle - plundering and ravaging everywhere they came... I hear the loyal servants managed to put out the fire in the castle and the most important houses in the capital, but the houses on the other side of the river are now in ashes. The enemy left after taking what they wanted - so it is up to the population to rebuild their lives again - until next time the enemy arrives."
Eowyn watched as the woman went to the nearby table and returned with juice. She smiled in gratitude, sipping it slowly. The taste was wonderful and she could feel the child's approval with a soft kick. This made her smile even more and caress the bump. “I believe that did the trick,” she said.
Listening to Muiriel describe Aras's diverse landscapes, the lady knew that she had made the right choice to raise their children here. “I feared coming here with our child,” she confessed, “knowing it was a land at war. But you have described a paradise! I hope that the conflicts will not reach us before we are ready.”
She glanced at Belethorn, who was quietly nibbling at his meal. "I think I am ready for a rest," she told him. "Our child has become restless with all this new information and I better rest while I can. Shall we go to our room? It was wonderful to speak with you, Muiriel. May we call on you in the morning?"
Post by Bélethorn Creuss on May 12, 2015 0:58:11 GMT -5
Muiriel smiled when Eowyn seemed to enjoy the fruit juice, and returned to sipping her wine again. "I am glad you enjoy your juice," she said, her smile widening when she saw Belethorn caressing his wife's tummy as soon as he noticed the baby kicking.
"I chose to stay at this tavern because they serve good food and it is cleaner here than in the other taverns in these parts of the land. I am choosy with where I live. I hope that won't be a problem for the three of us traveling together? I have already grown to enjoy your company..."
Muiriel smiled when Lady Eowyn spoke of fearing coming here with her child. "It is a perfect land to raise children, Milady," she assured the young woman. "At times the enemy troops comes through, burning and destroying, but we are used to it. Our homes are made of stone to prevent them from burning to the ground. What is destroyed can always be rebuilt, and our valuables are stashed away in secret hidings. Every home use to have one - at least the homes that have any values to hide. Our men are keeping the enemies away most of the time, but there are times when the enemies get too powerful - it's almost as if they have gotten help from someone knowing the city!"
Belethorn lifted his eyes from his meal, his sharp gaze piercing Muiriels as she looked at him. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Miss Muiriel?" he asked.
Muiriel laughed and shook her head. "Not the least, Mylord," she replied. "I only know what I have heard from the people I have spoken to. They say the capital was not severely destroyed during enemy attacks. The troops managed to scare the enemies off somehow. The castle was burned and the royal family was killed, as well as the Creuss family. Tragic loss - the Creuss family were the closest friends of the royals - and the son, Belethorn Creuss, was the second in line to inherit the throne after the Prince."
Belethorn sighed, not wishing to reveal who he was to this woman. For some reason he did not trust her, yet she seemed to have a lot of useful information. "The castle," he said. "Has it fallen? And the fortress next to it?"
She shook her head. "The castle and fortress were burned during the attack, Mylord," she said. "But faithful servants managed to put out the fire. I think they wait for the heir to arrive - if he survived the battle."
Belethorn smiled and sent Eowyn a loving glance. If he had survived the battle of Aras it was all thanks to her. Without her love and care he would have perished into nothing. And what more, he could return home with an heir to the legacy of his parents. Hopefully they could one day rebuild Aras to its former glory.
"We have a place to stay then, my sweet," he whispered in Eowyn's ear. "The fortress belongs to my family, and now that my parents are gone it will be our new home. I expect the Prince of Aras is still alive and will live in the castle. The two buildings are connected so we will have free access to the castle whenever we wish. Your aunt preferred to sleep in a bedroom in the home of my parents, as her favorite room there had a view to the rose garden. She used to love the roses."
He smiled when his beloved Eowyn spoke of being ready for a rest. Finishing his meal, he rose to his feet and pulled out her chair for her, offering his hand to help her stand. "As Milady wishes," he said galantly. "I will be more than happy to escort you to our room. I feel ready for a rest as well... and perhaps something more..."
Muiriel smiled and made a deep curtsey as the young couple decided to retreat, her eyes sparkling when Eowyn asked to call on her in the morning. "Of course," she said with a smile. "I stay in room number 5, the one to the left of the stairs. Just in case you'll need to talk to me before breakfast. I trust our hosts have told you that breakfast is served from 8?"
Gilraen: Hi Jack. Tossing in a random post when there is something to post back to. But I am afraid the fortress is falling.
Aug 31, 2015 3:07:54 GMT -5
Bélethorn Creuss: Dear Members. Due to lack of activity we, the remaining admins and members of Freedom, have decided to move to a new board. The new board can be found here: freedomunleashed.proboards.com/
Sept 3, 2015 13:23:55 GMT -5
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