~600 words and a completed first draft of the 2nd npt pinch hit (secret story) ~2100 words on the Firiel story
A conversation about Firiel's role, Firiel and Arvedui (again) She paused, wondering how to ask her question and bit her lip slightly, but plunged on, "So what will be expected of me?" "Well, as my mother is dead you will be lady here. For now you are too inexperienced to be regent - however, I will have to teach you as much as I can quickly, for it will be better when you can because then I will not need to spare someone else to do so. You will responsible for the household here, including overseeing supplies to the city, of food and all other good, overseeing the kitchens and everything else." "Regent?" she echoed shakely. "I could not. I have not been trained to rule." "Surely you know what is necessary in general?" "No, I know a little of some things that my brother told me, but not much." He stared at her. "Who would be regent if your father and brothers went off to fight?" "According to the law of Gondor they should not all go - one undisputed heir must remain behind and they would be expected to rule, if they were of age. If not, the Steward would be left with the authority." "But according to the laws of Numenore you could have been a ruling queen if anything happened to your brothers." Firiel looked at her hands for a moment. "Look, I am sorry, but I have not been trained to rule." He sat down opposite her and took her hands. "Are you prepared to learn?" "Yes." He squeezed her hands gently. "Good. That is the best that we can hope for from here."
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~2100 words on the Firiel story
A conversation about Firiel's role, Firiel and Arvedui (again)
She paused, wondering how to ask her question and bit her lip slightly, but plunged on, "So what will be expected of me?"
"Well, as my mother is dead you will be lady here. For now you are too inexperienced to be regent - however, I will have to teach you as much as I can quickly, for it will be better when you can because then I will not need to spare someone else to do so. You will responsible for the household here, including overseeing supplies to the city, of food and all other good, overseeing the kitchens and everything else."
"Regent?" she echoed shakely. "I could not. I have not been trained to rule."
"Surely you know what is necessary in general?"
"No, I know a little of some things that my brother told me, but not much."
He stared at her. "Who would be regent if your father and brothers went off to fight?"
"According to the law of Gondor they should not all go - one undisputed heir must remain behind and they would be expected to rule, if they were of age. If not, the Steward would be left with the authority."
"But according to the laws of Numenore you could have been a ruling queen if anything happened to your brothers."
Firiel looked at her hands for a moment. "Look, I am sorry, but I have not been trained to rule."
He sat down opposite her and took her hands. "Are you prepared to learn?"
"Yes."
He squeezed her hands gently. "Good. That is the best that we can hope for from here."