Well, just warning you, I'm not exactly the most frequent updater, but I promise I will finish this story!
Summary: Lily of Gondor is engaged to marry a man she doesn't love.
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Minas Tirith, 1314
Lily rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head. She had no intention of getting out of bed so soon. She had gone to bed late after last night's wedding festivities. Her best friend, Lea, had married Beregond, a guard of the citadel. Her head hurt from the lack of sleep, but she knew she had no choice but to get up. In fact, this was probably the most important day of her life. Ever since her fourteenth birthday a few weeks ago, her parents had been discussing her marriage. The most likely candidate was the elder son of the Steward, Boromir. Lily had no intention of marrying a man twice her age, yet everyone except herself seemed to like the idea. Lily hurried to get up, although she had no desire to do so. Her parent's own marriage had been arranged, yet they still acted like total strangers toward each other. Lily knew they were lucky to live in the fifth citadel of Minas Tirith, yet it also meant she was rich. Lea lived nearby, yet she had chosen her own husband, even though he was a widower. His first wife had died four year ago in childbirth, leaving a little boy. Lily had meet Lea's stepson, a little boy called Bergil. She had always dreamed of romance, but to marry a man she didn't love was not her idea of such.
She hurried to dress herself in the dress specially made for this occasion. She knew ice blue was one of her better colors, though she didn't like the dress. She wouldn't call herself pretty, maybe handsome in her features, but that was all. Lea was pretty and enchanting. Her hair was blond like the maiden of the Rohirrim, but Lily had dark hair like hundreds of other girls.
A little later, Lily stepped out of the carriage and started towards the High Court, the home of the steward. She followed her parents, Atana, her mother, who was looking worried; and her father Eriador, who looked smug. Lily's legs and hands shook, and her heart pounded. When they were lead inside, she saw the Steward and Lord Boromir, before she remembered to lower her eyes. "My lords, may I present my daughter, Lilith." Her father said. It's Lily. She longed to say, but could not open her mouth to speak. Instead she nodded and smiled. She knew Boromir was a warrior, but he looked kind enough…Lily told herself she couldn't marry him unless she loved him, even he was quite dashing.
Boromir, on the other hand, thought she was quite pretty. She had high, elegant check bones and carried herself confidently. Her dark hair framed her face becomingly,
but her dark eyes flashed angrily when she looked up at him. They were framed with thick, dark lashes. And he thought her beautiful.
