Chapter 2

That week passed quickly and now Lindorië was watching as Lothiriel danced around the room. Another maid was helping Lindorië into a dark blue dress with silver lining. It wasn't too fancy. Her hair was pulled back into an intricate bun, and a small silver chain rested around her neck. Lothiriel ran and sat down in the rocking chair when there was a knock on the door, "Come in," Lindorië called.

Boromir walked in and for a moment just paused. Lothiriel, all though still a pole, looked older. The blue was a good color on her, "Are you ready?" he asked finally composing himself.

Lindorië nodded her head and picked up Lothiriel. With her other hand she took the Boromir's offered arm. When they arrived in the hall that led to the chapel Aerin was waiting for her, "If you would like I'll take the little one off your hands during the ceremony. They have set up a daycare for them in a small room, just there," she pointed across the hall."

Lindorië gave her a grateful smile, "Thank you," then looked at Lothiriel, "Guess what? You get to go play with other children! Isn't that exciting?"

Lothiriel looked apprehensive then she looked like she was thinking about it, "Will Dorië come back and get me for dancing?"

Lindorië smiled, "Of course I will! I couldn't bare to go dancing without such an excellent partner," she handed her over to Aerin and gave the older woman another grateful smile. "Could you bring her out when the ceremony is over?"

"Of course dear," Aerin bowed then left them.

Lindorië looked up at Boromir who had been watching her silently, "You won't leave my side will you?"

Boromir chuckled, "It's strange don't you think? I am not in favor of your company and yet you do not wish me to leave your side for this one evening."

Lindorië gave him a look, "You were the one who offered to be my escort for the evening, and I'm taking advantage of the company. I do not favor being alone. It just…bothers me…"

"Of course," Boromir nodded. "Shall we?"

Lindorië nodded and walked with Boromir into the chapel. Lords, Ladies, and other people of different rank were all around them chatting. A few of the people from Minis Tirith who knew Lord Boromir paused to see who he had on his arm. Lindorië felt her cheeks redden at the stares she got. Finally they reached the two seats reserved for them. Boromir sat next to his father, and that left the seat in between Boromir and Faramir. Lindorië sat quietly and kept her gaze lowered until the wedding music began.

Then the first time Lindorië finally saw the site of her new step mother. She was dressed in a light lavender dress and looked flushed. When they stood Lindorië could not look away from this woman. She was not a terrible beauty, but she oddly reminded her of her own mother. Then the ceremony began and the young girl just could not shake the feeling that this woman looked too much like her mother.

Finally the ceremony ended and Boromir touched her shoulder. Lindorië quickly jerked out of her revel and looked up at the older man, "It is time to attend the after party, are you ready to meet her face to face?"

She gave a sigh and nodded her head. They quickly picked up Lothiriel and followed the mass of people who were heading toward tents set out side in a small field. Lothiriel squirmed out of Lindorië's arms and ran toward her father. Lothiriel quickly chased after the small child. She finally caught up to her when she reached Prince Imrahil, "My prince, I am sorry, she was hoping to…"

He put up a hand and gave her a kind smile, "It's quite all right, Lindorië. I can watch her for the time being. Go see your father, have fun. When the festivities are over I will return my daughter to you."

Lindorië bowed her head and gave him a gentle smile, "Just remember young lady, you owe me a dance."

"YES!" Lothiriel cheered before she and her father disappeared into the crowd.

The music instantly started up and Boromir tapped Lindorië on the shoulder, "Care to dance?"

She sucked in a deep breath and nodded her head. He placed his hand carefully on her hip and took up her other hand. Lindorië placed her hand on his broad shoulder and allowed him to lead her across the floor. Her cheeks reddened and kept her eyes anywhere but at him. Boromir, on the other hand, kept his eyes on her.

"Do you find entertainment in watching the others?" he asked.

Her eyes snapped to him, "I am not accustomed to dancing with a man I barely know," she admitted.

"My lady you blush when you speak," he noted, more to himself then her. "What do you think of that young man there? I believe he is under the command of your father. I believe Pellahil is his name."

She glanced at the young man he spoke of. He looked about as old as Faramir, he was tall, broad, dark haired, and had a small beard that rimmed along his jaw line. In truths, next to the steward's sons, he was one of the more handsome men, who weren't married, in Gondor. Lindorië glanced at Boromir who seemed, for some reason, terribly interested in her answer, "He is fair, and since he does work under my father I could take my time to get to know him…" she wanted to laugh, Boromir looked so irritated by her answer. "In fact I find I could begin to like him if his manner is of my liking. His looks certainly are."

Boromir cleared his throat and subconsciously placed his hand more on her lower back and pulled her body closer to his. He didn't notice his own actions, but she did, "Is there any other man who catches your fancy? You have been here for a week."

"I must admit there have been none," she sighed. "It is not like it matters anyway, father will not seek to marry me off. I am a waste of space, or so it seems."

"Why in Middle-earth would you say that?" Boromir questioned.

"Have you not seen me?" she asked. "I'm beginning to believe you are mad, my lord."

"No, not mad," he told her just as the song ended. They clapped for those playing. Lindorië quickly turned when someone else, the man they had spoken of Pellahil, tapped her on the shoulder.

"Would you care to dance, my lady?"

Lindorië smiled and didn't even look back at Boromir, "I would love to."

Boromir glared while he watched the woman he was escorting, the woman that was supposedly his date, dance with another man. Then he quickly shook his head, "I must be mad," he whispered to himself. "She is only fifteen and I'm…what has gotten into me?"

"Well, dear brother, I'm not sure," a voice answered next to him. Faramir was now standing next to him and watching the other couples dance around the tenet. "A week ago you were set out to go against father's wishes and now it seems you do not want her out of your site."

"She is young," Boromir insisted. "I'm just making sure that while I am here that no harm befalls our cousin's care taker. I do not trust Pellahil."

"She does stand out from the rest of the ladies, does she not?" Faramir asked him. "She is healthy, tan, and looks accustomed to the outside…where the other maidens look as pale as stone compared to her. She will be a catch when she is older."

Boromir glared over at his brother, "You presume much, Faramir. I would be careful where your words tread off to."

"I only suggest what could be in your mind," Faramir reasoned, "but I will leave you, as it seems your…date? Is ready to greet and meet her father and new stepmother."

Sure enough the dance had ended and Lindorië was making her way to Boromir. She stopped in front of him, "Are you ready?" he asked offering his arm.

Lindorië nodded her head and allowed Boromir to lead her to where her father stood speaking with Lord Denethor, "Father," she greeted with a slight bow.

The young woman on her father's arm perked up and gave Lindorië a kind smile, "My eldest girl," Beregond smiled. "May I introduce your step-mother, Lady Celebrodiel."

"My lady," Lindorië bowed again. Celebrodiel had her brown hair up in a bun and hazel eyes. Lindorië still could not shake the feeling that Celebrodiel looked too much like her late mother.

"It is wonderful to meet you, Lindorië," Celebrodiel smiled. "Your father has been waiting for us to meet in hope that we would…be good company for one another."

The older woman chose her words carefully, which did surprise Lindorië. This woman wasn't too awful. Denethor looked to his eldest son, "Boromir, why don't you take Lindorië out for a walk? She looks like she could use the fresh air away from all of this excitement."

"If the lady will not mind," Boromir looked down at Lindorië. She gave him a curt nod and he quickly led her away from the tent.

Beregond watched with interest then looked at the Steward, "They seem to be getting along."

"She still has a lot growing up to do," Denethor commented, "but I could see something coming of this… Will you be attending Lothiriel's sixth birthday with Prince Imrahil?"

"Infact I am…would that be a better time to speak with one another?"

Lindorië stared at the hills of grass and flowers. It was nice to be away from the tents and all the noise. She looked up at Boromir who was watching her, "Earlier you asked me if there was a man who caught my eye. What of you? Is there a maiden who you cannot stop thinking about?"

"I do not see how this is any of your business, Lady."

"I am no lady," she told him bluntly, "and if it none of my business then you should stop prying into mine."

Lindorië began to march off. Boromir caught her by her elbow, "I did not mean to insult you, lady. I am just not used to such questions."

"I said before, I am no lady," she hissed. "If you are not used to such questions you certainly do throw them about easily enough! I cannot… It is as if you have no ears!" She looked down and gave a sigh, "My lord, I believe I owe the Princess a dance and then I must take her to bed. I hope you have a good ride home and to not fret over me. I will be just fine!" then marched away.

The next morning Lindorië found a small package and a note waiting for her. Lothiriel was still asleep at the early hours in the morning. She gave a sigh and opened the letter.

Dear Lindorië,

I must ask for your forgiveness for my behavior the other day. It was…well it was not right of me. I asked you personal questions, in which you at least answer in some form, but I did not return the same courtesy. Here is a small present to require your forgiveness and to possibly start a friendship between us. There will be a messenger waiting to return your letter.

Sincerely,

Boromir

Lindorië opened the small box and just stared at the small gift inside. It was a simple silver chain with a small silver charm of the tree of Gondor. It was not what she was expecting at all. She smiled and put the necklace around her neck. Then she began to think of a response. With a mischievous smile she put her ink quill to paper and quickly wrote down a few words.

Note: What did she write? (looks around) I wonder…hmm… R and R

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