Middle Earth || OS

50. Aragorn | One of A KInd

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Hey, hopefully requests are open! Do you think you could please write an Aragorn x reader one shot? Where you are from Gondor and close with Faramir and he kinda gets jealous/envy of your relationship but you and faramir have been best friends since you were little and you both are great fighters. So there is a massive dinner at Gondor and you and Aragorn talk and you kinda of charm him with your intelligence and faramir tells him that "she is one of a kind". You decide really heh. sorry

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"We're sitting at the king's table," Faramir says again as you enter the grand dining hall. He nods toward the long expanse of marble topped with gleaming silver plates, flatware and domed serving trays

The dinner, in honor of several retiring guards and their families, is the biggest you've come to since King Aragorn's coronation a few months ago.

The King has already had an exclusive dinner where he broke bread with the outgoing men. This celebration has a greater mix of company, and the king can sit with whomever he wishes. He specifically requested you sit by him.

As you walk in on Faramir's right, you respond through a frozen smile as you near the table and wave at familiar faces.

"I know where we're sitting, mate. You've said it twice."

"Just reminding you once more." A quiver to his bottom lip tugs at his plastered smile.

You gasp at what the involuntary move means. After all this time, you know what's behind his every twitch, gulp and jerk.

"Faramir, you think I'm going to behave badly!"

"I'm thinking no such thing," he says as you reach the table. A stoic server approaches and leads you to your seats, right near the head of the table.

You sit across from Faramir, and within a minute or two several noblemen and their wives, all with whom you are acquainted, fill in the remaining seats on either side, greeting you and Faramir respectfully.

"I know how to behave before our King!" you whisper, as you lean forward, your voice high and hoarse.

"Of course," Faramir says. "It's just that, he's been under a lot of stress and strain, getting accustomed to his duties. And he's dealing with...other unfortunate matters."

You know what he's talking about: the crushing blow. It irks you that Faramir thinks you'd be so insensitive.

"I'm not going to talk about Elf maidens, if that's what you're worried about."

"Ch-ch-ch!" Faramir places his index finger to his mouth and slides his eyes cautiously to the guests to his right. When he realizes no one heard you, he lowers his finger and mouths, "and no jokes."

"Might ease his heavy heart," you suggest.

"A good joke, yes," Faramir says aloud, carefully choosing his insult. "But a bad one..."

You shoot Faramir a hateful look, but it's yourself you despise, for pouting like a child. And for what? It's not as if the King of Gondor is expecting you to entertain him with comedy tonight.

He probably still thinks I'm Faramir's sister, you think, smiling subtly over the memory of the assumption he made at the coronation dinner. And he likely still doesn't know my name - not without looking at my fancy gilded place card, anyway.

One more glance Faramir's way tells him you agree. No jokes.

Just then, the booming voice of a herald announces the king's entrance. Everyone stands and claps respectfully.