Allanah's P.O.V
This never started off as a fairy tale. My stubbornness; his pride. It was the makings for disaster and yet somehow we made it work. I was always the city's latest scandal and he was the hero. The whole country nearly went to flame's when they heard of our courtship. My reputation was nothing more than the mad hatter's daughter who was a bit mad herself. To be honest I had relished every bit of attention that was given to me. And why shouldn't I?
Allanah seemed like a name that never suit me to well. But Boromir seemed to love my name as much as he loved me or the excitement of battle. As I grew up my life was pretty tame. I was born, I trained as a nurse, and I worked in the houses of healing during war and also as a field nurse. All as an outcast due to my mad father. Boromir changed all of that when we met.
I was tending to the wounded in the battle stricken Osgiliath. There was no hope in keeping the city but Faramir and Boromir always managed to keep our spirits alive. They were brave men; good men. I was scouring the battlefield for our wounded. It nearly killed me seeing so many of our men meeting an end so cruel. Groans of pain could be heard scattered around but few would survive their wounds. On the inside I wept. That's when I found Faramir near one of the ruins with an arrow through the mid of his back and I ran to him.
"Lady, are you one of our field medics?" his voice sounded harsh. The wound already began hemorrhaging and his skin was pale as if he were a ghost. One of my men came from behind me as Faramir became unconscious. Aaron, my medic, had caught him and we went back to camp to begin his healing. His wound was only several inches deep and nearly two inches deep. Nothing serious except for blood loss. Now that his wound was stitched up and he was resting I went to finish the last of my rounds. None of the soldiers still living after this battle obtained any serious injuries. None that I wouldn't be able to heal anyway.
And this was about the time I ran into Lord Boromir. No, seriously, I ran into him while exiting one of the soldier's tents. "Lady Allanah, I've come to thank you for healing my brother. You're definitely a welcome addition to our refuge. We have had a sore need for more nurses of your skill." He spoke so effortlessly and eloquently that I could see how he and Faramir, the renowned scholar, were related. With his words I gave a slight blush to such kind words. All the effort I put into my skills finally paying off. "Thank you my Lord, you are too kind. I only did what I could and what I would hope to do for any man in need." He gave me a smile and motioned me to follow him and so I did.
For some reason I became suddenly insecure of my appearance. A woman covered in blood and pus must not be a very attractive sight but being the daughter of a mad father gave me the ability to just not care for public opinion. He led me to a trail hidden from the main campsite and I wondered if I should place my trust in a man I barely knew. Did he have the honor to still be a gentleman when alone?