An Unexpected Fanfiction: The Hobbit & LOTR One Shots

Library Love

(Requested by the faaaabuloouuuus hufflepuffturtle! Go check out their LOTR/Hobbit one-shots book, it's the one that prompted me to begin writing this one and each and every one of their stories is A M A Z I N G please please please go read it :3 ! Also also also I am SO SORRY I didn't get this published sooner, I could give many truthful excuses but I think it's best to just say SORRY and thank you for your patience!)

Type: One shot

Pairing: Faramir x Female Reader

(NOTE: The reader's father -Elstan- and her noble family are entirely made up)
(Second note: This one's a bit long)

Enjoy!

Analise was gorgeous. The type of woman who turned heads wherever she went. A natural beauty, confident, and also a noble (a duchess by her family's combined heritage) she grew up a pampered life. Her mother and father spoiled and loved her dearly, though by some twist of fate she grew up to be humble and generous, rather than haughty, as you might have assumed. Ana, as she was known to her friends and family, was as brilliant as she was beautiful, witty as she was kind, and such a bookworm you could catch her reading almost every hour of every day. She grew up in Rohan, always preferring to read a book or study her school sums rather than ride out on the prairie with the other children. Due to her 'odd' likings, Analise never made many friends, so it was of no dear despair that she parted ways with her parents and younger sister to pursue a life-changing opportunity. Her lifetime idol, an astronomer whom many called eccentric yet ingenious, had learned of her smarts and offered her a position as his assistant in Minas Tirith. And so she took a small envoy and left her childhood home, destined for greater things.

When she arrived, she discovered that she would be staying in the palace with the Steward and his two sons, in the West Wing where her new teacher also resided. Just a short time after her arrival, when Analise was helping a few servants unpack her things, there came a knock on the door. It was the astronomer, her idol, his spectacles askew atop his head and his appearance rather disheveled. He professed that her teachings would not begin for another few months, due to an incredibly difficult and important project he had just been ordered to complete by Denethor II (the Steward and reigning monarch of Gondor). Analise simply nodded and kindly ordered the old man to go rest now, and that she would not mind waiting for him to finish the project. The old astronomer, relieved, left and promptly went to his chambers to get some sleep.

In lieu of other things to do after finishing unpacking, Analise gave her servants the rest of the day off and decided to explore the palace. She had only walked down a few halls when she heard soft whistling and a shadow fading through a nearby doorway. After a moment, she followed, and carefully pushed the door back open to see a magnificent library. The ceilings were glass and let in the sun's light. The shelves raised nearly twenty feet high, at the tallest points, and there were numerous love seats and cushions to relax and read on. To Analise, this was heaven. She took a cautious step forward, admiring the library, and jumped when a quiet voice called, "Who are you?" She looked around for the source of the voice, but didn't spot one, and frowned with confusion. The voice chuckled. "Look up," it called, and the young duchess did so.

Above her, on one of the higher ladders, stood a handsome man with a warm smile on his face. Little did she know, this was the younger of the steward's sons, Faramir, and the moment he saw Analise, his heart leaped. "Ah, hello," she said, craning her neck to see his face more clearly as he climbed down. "I am Analise, daughter of Elstan of Rohan." She studied his features and clothes as he jumped the last few feet to the ground and determined he was definitely a noble of some sort, like her. Possibly even the steward's son, so she quickly gave a well-practiced curtsy and added, "Your Grace." His smile grew as he gently took her hand and kissed it with a bow, now having identified her as the visiting duchess, and soon replied, "I find no need for titles among future friends. Please, call me Faramir." She gave a small smile in return and paused, agreeing after a moment, "Then I am Ana to you." He nodded and turned, gesturing to the library.