I know, story of my life, but so sorry for the long wait! Here is my series of one shots about Lindy and Boromir to follow my story "For Propriety's Sake." I know that many people would rather have seen Faramir get Ithilien because he loved it so much, but I thought Boromir and Lindy needed a new start. So here it is. Enjoy!

P.S. This chapter is rated M, just a heads up.

I Thee Wed

My stomach was in my throat and I was positive that everyone in the gardens could hear my heart pounding as it was deafening me. I was still standing out of sight of the gathered crowd which meant that I could still turn around if I wanted to. Something held me to my spot though. I could not seem to breathe any of the florally fragrant air in and I thought I might pass out. I could not remember any previous moment in my life in which I had been so utterly, devastatingly nervous.

"You must go, Lindy," Reallan urged me mercilessly. "You have dawdled far too long."

I turned and glared daggers at the old woman who had traveled from Minas Tirith for this occasion. She glared right back at me and gave me a none too gentle shove. I stumbled a bit and everyone turned to look at me.

When I regained my footing I looked down the aisle and directly into Boromir's eyes. In that instant every bit of my nerves vanished. Looking at him, I knew that I had made the right choice and that I could not wait another second to be that man's wife.

In his eyes I could see that he thought the same thing. He was looking at me so tenderly and it was that look that finally made my feet move toward him. I could feel the gazes of the onlookers on me, but I did not pay them a bit of attention. I only knew a portion of them anyway. I could only look at Boromir, so handsome in his deep grey tunic with his longish hair pulled half back. He was smiling at me and it was a different smile than usual. Perhaps it was because we were about to married. I hoped how I looked conveyed something different to him. I hoped it conveyed all of my love and affection towards him. I hoped it showed my certainty in my decision to move with him to Ithilien. And I hoped it showed my willingness to share my life and to face any obstacles that came along without fear.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally made it to him and he took my hands in his. Mine were no longer clammy from nerves and I was glad to feel that neither were his. I looked up into his grey eyes and found that they were not stony as they normally were, but that they danced like the sea with his joy. The elder man who was presiding over our ceremony began to speak and I was barely listening to what he was saying, so lost was I in Boromir's open, handsome face.

After much begging on my part, Boromir had agreed to have a short simple ceremony. He had always been one for royal showings, but seeing as I was moving all the way up from a healer to the Lady of Ithilien I cared not for such flashy things. Instead, we did the traditional repeating of the vows. Boromir went first and in his strong voice promised to love and to cherish me through better or worse, wealth or poverty, and sickness or health.

I then spoke my turn and we finished the ceremony by each saying, "With this ring I thee wed. Wear it as a symbol of our love and commitment." Boromir slipped a beautiful mithril band onto the third finger of my left hand and I did the same.

"You may kiss your bride," the elder man closed the ceremony and Boromir gently took my face in between his giant hands and pressed the most tender kiss to my lips. That single kiss set my whole body ablaze.

In the year that we had been in Ithilien we had stood by our previous agreement to wait until we were married to consummate our relationship and it was one of the hardest things I had ever done. Everything about Boromir was attractive to me, not only his physical appearance. I could feel my face flush instantly, even though the kiss was brief and tactful.

We walked down the aisle to cheers and applause and the grin I had on my face would not budge. As the ceremony had ended a huge wave of happiness rushed over me. I was Boromir's wife and that had to mean that I was the luckiest woman in all of Arda.

From the gardens, we entered the building where we would be residing. It was much smaller compared to the palace at Minas Tirith. In comparison, Boromir and I's new home was more of a very large chateau than a castle or palace. There would not be a huge residing court in Ithilien and our home was meant for us and invited, temporary guests only. I was almost as in love with our home as I was with Boromir. I had helped design and decorate it and it beautifully melded our two different personalities.

There was a fairly large banqueting and entertaining hall that had of course been Boromir's idea and that is where the dinner and celebration was to be hosted after the ceremony. We were seated at the high table among all of the guests and dinner was served. Reallan sat to my other side, though it had taken much convincing to get my truest friend to sit amongst royalty. Boromir had asked his brother and Eowyn and to sit with him on his side and we all had a most enjoyable time throughout dinner.

After dinner, the music began and the barrels of drink rolled out. Legolas, Prince of Eryn of Lasgalen, had provided several barrels of the finest wine his father had to offer and I sipped on the sweet nectar throughout the night, but had to be very careful because the stuff was extremely potent. Boromir on the other hand was enjoying some of the fine Rohirric ale provided by Eomer-King. The celebrations became very rowdy and everyone was enjoying themselves tremendously.

Boromir and I had danced and during our last dance I had found myself pressing myself against him in a most unseemly manner. I had never felt such desire for anyone else in my life. Even though I was not as pure as I would like to be for Boromir, I was thankful in that instant that I had made the mistakes that I had in my past I would not be where was in that moment. I could not be more thankful because there was no one else I would ever want to be with and if that opportunity presented itself I would do everything the exact same way.

"Lindy," Boromir laughed. "You must stop."

"Then take me away," I begged. I found myself dragging him into a dark corner and pulling his face down to mine. I kissed him deeply and wound my arms around his neck.

"Alright," he murmured, though it was almost a growl. He took my hand and led me discreetly away from the party and through the long hall to the bedroom we would be sharing. Boromir opened the door and I could see my gowns hanging in the wardrobe for the first time. My heart melted to see our things melded together and to me it looked like a wonderful omen for the rest of our lives.

I felt Boromir's hands on my waists and his lips on my neck. My heart was pounding underneath his burning lips. One of his large hands travelled up from waist over my stomach and to the neckline of my gown. A sigh escaped my lips as his fingers slipped themselves beneath the silk fabric.

"Lindy," he growled, nibbling my earlobe. He removed his hands and before I knew it my dress was in a pool around my feet. His hands returned to my aching chest. My body had never felt like it did then. It seemed to be on fire, yearning deeply for something.

I turned to face him and his hands moved to my hair. I felt the pins being pulled from my hair and falling to the ground. "You are so beautiful."

"You seem to be incredibly overdressed, Your Grace," I said with a grin. My voice, though, was not my own. It was husky with desire and my hands were barely steady as I pulled Boromir's tunic over his head. When it fell to the floor I wound my arms around his neck once more.

I felt as though my whole body was on fire when our bare chests came together. "I am your husband and you should address me as such, wife," Boromir whispered, very low. He scooped me into his arms and laid me on the bed.

His lips landed on my collarbone and moved to my peaked buds. A low moan escaped me as he suckled. My back was already arching to meet him and I could not think of anything but the feeling of him. His lips moved down over my stomach and his tongue dipped into my navel. My hips bucked up to meet his mouth and I was electrified when the most sensitive spot on my entire body was taken into his mouth.

My hands went into his hair. I had never felt anything like what I was experiencing then. I could feel a huge wave building in my body.

I sat up quickly and scooted away from Boromir. He looked up at me confused. "It feels too good," I whispered, trying to catch my breath. I reached for the ties on Boromir's breeches as he kicked his boots off. My breath caught in my throat as he was freed from the tight confines of his pants.

Boromir crawled toward me on the bed. "I have never wanted anything as bad as I want you right now." His lips crashed into mine and I was pushed flat on the bed. Boromir's eyes were ablaze as they met mine. He looked at me for one last moment before joining us together. I muffled a cry of pure pleasure in his strong shoulder.

After a few long thrusts, the same wave was building in my body. I dug my nails into Boromir's strong back and shuddered around him. I had never felt anything similar in my entire life. I was left in a whimpering mess beneath him and he continued to move gently, until he was panting and moving much harder into me. His face was pressed into my neck until he pressed deeply into me and cried out my name."

He collapsed on me and I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his hair gently. His breathing eventually evened out.

"Lindy," he murmured, rolling off of me. He cradled me to his side and I rested my head on his shoulder. "I love you so much. I cannot believe that we have made it this far."

I reached for his left hand and slipped the ring from his third finger. I tilted it so it hit the light just right and pointed to the etching I had ordered on the inside of the band. "Truly, madly, deeply," I said smiling right into his beautiful eyes.

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Avonmora