Author's Notes: Okies, we move forward. I haven't read return of the king in a really long time. So I'm going to skip major parts of it. I will do some things that I want to with all this, but the whole war and Aragorn reclaiming the throne is gonna be skipped. Sorry peoples. Oh, and Boromir's dad lives too. Oh, and I think i spelled his name wrong.

All Soul's Night

NINE:- In which the land of Gondor beckons

Legolas' shout poured liquid hot pain into Boromir's heart. He pulled Aria closer, and held onto her, praying against all that she would live. Gimli had pulled the Hobbits away, who had begun to weep, but Boromir did not see them. Aragorn had placed a hand on his shoulder, also praying for her to live. Legolas just watched wide eyed. Gandalf however, stood away from the group, watching silently. He knew that this would happen if any of them received a magically inflicted wound. For years ago he went through the same thing. He lived through the blinding hot pain as the water pulled his torn and broken body back together. So he watched and waited.
Aria had stopped screaming. Her pain causing her voice to die in her throat. She was vaguely aware of Boromir pulling her closer, but she could not see him. Her vision had gone white. The pain that wracked her body was almost unbearable. She felt as though she was being ripped apart, and being put back together with molten rock. The water froze her veins at first, but the searing hot pain had followed. She didn't understand what was going on. But she knew that whatever the water was doing, it was healing her. Her vision suddenly cleared and she stared blankly up at a break in the clouds. Blue sky. She looked at Boromir and smiled faintly at him, then she passed out.
"Boromir, you horse is at the tower steps, get her out of here," Gandalf said, taking sudden command. Boromir collected her into his arms and dashed down the stairs. Gandalf continued, "The rest of you, follow me."

It was later that Aria would recall the events that passed that day. When she did awake she had no idea how long she had been unconscious but she somehow remembered floating in and out of consciousness. She also recalled being told that they had traveled into Gondor. But this could not be so, could it? SHe hadn't been gone from the world that long. Her eyes opened to find herself in a large bed with silken white sheets. She stood, realizing that she wore a elven nightgown of soft, sheer white material. She walked over to the large windows, where a warm breeze blew white curtains inward. She gazed out into a city of white stone. Her eyes fell on people going about their business in an emerald covered courtyard below. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. So this was Minas Truith, the White City of Gondor. It was beautiful.
She suddenly felt a pair of strong arms surround her and she found herself wrapped in the scent of spice and sun that she recognized for Boromir. She leaned into him as he kissed her neck and whispered, "Welcome back."
"Mmmm," She replied, "Can we stay this way forever?"
He smiled and looked down at her brushing strands of black hair out of her eyes, "Always my love. Will you join us. You have been away for quite some time, and much has happened."
"Oh?"
"Yes. When Gandalf assured us you'd be fine we traveled here. It has been almost two moons since that fatefull day. You have slipped in and out throughout that time. Aragron has reclaimed his throne. And your sister is getting married on the morrow."
Aria looked up at him and smiled, turning in his arms and leaning her head on his shoulder, "And what then my love? Will we stay in this White City?"
"I would marry you under these stone parapits, and then ride back to Rivendell, a happy man."
She smiled, "I would have you marry today My Lord. But I belive I have catching up to do. So if you wouldn't mind waiting outside the door while I get dressed..."
Boromir pulled away and kissed her hand, leaving the room and closing the door softly.
She walked over to a chair that had a shimmery purple silver gown on it and picked it up. The neck was a wide oval and fell only slightly off her shoulders, the sleeves encircled her hands and the bodice ended just below her waist, flairing out to grace the floor. The edged were trimmed with purple and silver beading and she stared at herself in the mirror before straightening the amethyst around her neck and running a brush through her gently curling hair. Leaving it loose to flow around her like a waterfall. She slipped on the matching slippers that went with the dress and moved to the door, taking a deep breath and opening it.
Boromir had been leaning on the wall opposite the door when it opened, and his breath caught when Aria stepped out of the door. She smiled up at him and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her properly. Suddenly, two giggly servan girls rushed passed, turning back to look at the couple as they went. Boromir pulled away and offered her his arm, "My Lady, may I have the pleasure of the most beautiful woman in Gondor on my arm as I show her the grounds of this fair palace."
She smiled and placed her arm in his and he led her off, her head leaned on his shoulder.

Delenethor, father of Boromir sighed as he sat down for a much needed rest. He had been long in a meeting with Aragorn over things of the kingdom and now he was weary. The door opened and he looked up. Only to see his son stride into the room with a most beautiful woman on his arm, and a smile the size of Gondor. He stood and bowed slightly to the lady as he clasped his son's foearm in a companionable shake. She smiled at him and returned the gesture before returning her loving gaze to Boromir.
"Father," Boromir said, "I wish you to meet Aria, daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. She has recently consented her hand in marriage."
Delenethor grinned, "Well, I have heard much of you Lady Aria. I welcome you to Minas Truith and to our family."
Aria smiled at him and then shocked both men. She moved forward and embraced the older man, "I am glad to meet you Lord Delenethor."
He returned her smile and spoke, "So what of your plans?"
Boromir spoke, "We plan to track down the Lady Arwen, Aria's sister and I will leave them be to giggle over wedding things."
Aria hid a smile behind her hand, "I do not giggle My Lord," she responded, "I merely laugh with my sister in good times."
"Good times, yes," Delenethor replied, "Peace is wonderful. I would beg your pardon, and ask that you let a poor old man retreat to his quaters."
"Of course," Boromir replied. Delenethor kissed Aria's hand and left the pair alone.

"When will you and Boromir wed?"
"Oh Arwen," Aria sighed, looking up at her elder sister, "I wish to as soon as you would. For we hope to marry here in the White City and then travel home to Rivendell."
Arwen smiled suddenly, blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "I just had a thought. Go nowhere, I shall return."