The Care and Handling of Princesses (or other high born women) - Part 4/4 - PG-13

[nestar]

Last time on TCAHOP(OOHBW) “I guess I should be tellin' you about DG.”

With some stumbling and stuttering Cain briefly told the other men about how he had ended up lock in the iron suit for eight years, until a spitfire girl waving a stick came and set him free, both his body and his heart.

“And now?” Mal asked.

“Well...” Cain said slowly, “Faramir has had a chance to talk yet.”

“That's not what I wanted to know.” Mal swatted at Cain.

“Cain does have a point.” Solo said, “Our time's almost up so why don't we let Faramir have a turn.”

Faramir stood from his chair and straighten his silver embroidered tunic.

“Well, last week was the memorial for all who fell in the Battle of Pelennor Fields. Eowyn lost her uncle who had been as a father to her, but at lest he died with honor. My father also died that day, but not in defense of the city or in battle against the evil that was trying to over run everyone, he died by his own prideful madness.” He shrugged and offered a sad half smile to the group. “So it has been hard for both of us. The other day we were sitting in the healing garden and she sang a morning song for her uncle and cousin, and for my father as well.” Faramir closed his eyes and Cain could see strong emotions playing over the warriors face. Strider stood up from his chair next to Faramir. “I'll see him back.”

Solo nodded, “I'll see you both next time.”

Strider put a hand on Faramir's shoulder and lead the nearly broken man to the door.

“Well, we can call it a day.” Solo said as he stood up. “Nice to meet you Cain.” The two men shook hands.

“You've got time to go grab a rice wine?” Mal asked.

Solo sighed, “I'd love to, but I've gotta go talk to a new guy.”

“Any one we'd know?” Mal asked gesturing to Cain and him self.

“Don't think so. Robert Phillip, a lawyer from New York City. The note says something about an almost princess from another dimension.” Solo shuffled a few papers. “But speaking about guys you know... Ah!” Solo pulled the one paper he was looking for from the large folder. “Cain, can you make sure that Glitch shows up to the next meeting?”

Cain was shocked, “Glitch?” He asked. Surely zipper head couldn't be...with DG?

“Yeah, I may be saying this wrong but...” Solo looked at the paper for a few seconds and Cain was ready to throttle him. “um, Azkadellia.”

And so ends this story. I have two more in planning, but after that... Who knows?

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