Boromir's POV
She was nervous and seemingly untrusting. That all didn't matter now, I needed her. She was more useful with me on my voyage north than a city left essentially defenseless. Aside from that we had other medics who would stay behind and tend to our wounded. She was different, she was the only woman who could manage the lifestyle similar to that of a soldier. That and Allanah had a beauty unto her own. This woman was small, only standing at four feet eleven inches, but she was mighty and commanded respect from everyone she knew. That long unruly flaming red hair only added to the intensity and fire of her personality. Her silver eyes as cool and as majestic as steel. She stared at me intently shifting from side to side, "My lord, not to be rude but my patients need me…" her voice trailed off. Allanah was obvious uncomfortable. I couldn't help but stare. She was unusual for a Gondorian woman; some assumed she thought of herself as a man. I just thought of her as a beauty in a strange sort of way.
I tried hard to find the right words as she just stood there, "I need you to come back with me to Minas Tirith so we may speak to my father and after that we travel to Rivendell for a council among allies. After that I'm not sure what will happen or what we do except wait. I just need your skill as a medic and as a warrior on this voyage." I stumbled on my words; almost choking on them. My nerves seem to have gotten the best of me, In front of my men and my soldiers I had all the confidence in the world but with her it was different.
Allanah's POV
Boromir seemed sincere when he asked me of this. I just felt so conflicted; to just up and leave my patients then they were still wounded and in pain? There were other medics to care for them granted but I was more skilled than they. My natural instinct was to go with him in his journey, knowing this was my only chance to prove my worth. He looked at me so intently and sweetly. I know he had high hopes in my acceptance. My denial would not just be small and inconsequential; it would be damn near treason if I refused the steward's heir of such a request. I sighed, "Yes my lord. It seems as if I have no real choice." I was small but mighty and yet thoughts ran through my mind wondering if I was mighty and ready enough for a journey like this.
Lord Boromir nodded, "Be ready by dawn, we ride out then." He walked back towards camp. My worries seemed to wash away; he truly was a man of honor just like his brother and the exact opposite of their father. It must have been their mother's trait. I followed after him considering it was only a short walk back.
When I made it back to camp I made my rounds and tended to the wounded. When I saw Anarion I spoke softly so the other men, wounded or not, would not overhear, "I leave at dawn with Lord Boromir." He nodded and left. What else was there to say? I left to pack my things and ready my little mare.
