Title: Happiness Hit him

Summary: In which Boromir has a strange dream where Eowyn is a mermaid.

Prompt: 36 "Sweets"

Word count: 351

It was decidedly a bizarre dream, most likely from a mixture of ale and the consumption of one too many sweets. He stood at the head of the city, holding a strange object up to his eye, one that magnified the vision of one eye ten or twenty times. Minas Tirith sailed across the fields Pelennor as though it was the wide-open sea and it was a ship. His foot tapped contentedly on the smooth stone surface as he swiveled around to observe the rest of the landscape.

Behind him, Aragorn and Arwen stood at the helm (which gave him pause. Wasn't he supposed to be the captain of the ship in his dream?), laughing merrily at something as they steered. Faramir sat happily in the lookout above, reading a book while his wife, Idis, sat upon the mast and threaded the sail together as it was frayed by the wind. Above him in the sky, he could see Lothíriel and Eomer riding about happily on the backs of eagle, unaware of the sailing city below them. Finally, he lowered the strange spyglass from his eye and looked down. Eowyn sat next him, arms wrapped around his legs, her long lemon colored fishtail curled under her.

"Boromir?"

He opened his eyes and was welcomed by a throbbing pain in his head. Eowyn hovered over him, worry etched into her features. His eyes swiveled down to her waist. She was missing the strange appendage that startled him awake. He gave a half-sigh. "What happened?" He moaned when she helped him sit up a little. "I think you might've had a bad reaction to the peppermint in your ale," Eowyn explained.

"Oh," Boromir groaned as his stomach tied itself in knots. He was allergic to peppermint, didn't she know that? As if hearing his thoughts she said, "Please forgive me, Faramir just told me about your allergy."

"F-forgiven," He said as he began to heave. Eowyn positioned his head over the bucket and held his hair back as he vomited. So much for a happy holiday.