"Boromir", Kyra called. "Do we have anymore meat left?"
Boromir and Kyra had wed in secret. They have been living in Ithilien for months now. They had turned the cave they lived in into a suitable home for them. Kyra's belly had grown big and round. The baby was due to arrive soon. Boromir kept them alive hunting for food, harvesting berries, mushrooms and bringing water from the waterfall.
"We have a little left", Boromir answered. "Do you need me to go hunting?"
"No, I'll be alright."
Boromir smiled as he sat next to Kyra on their makeshift bed. Kyra smiled as she took his hand and placed it on her belly. Right away, they both felt the child inside her kick.
"Boromir, we never talked about what we will do when the time comes", she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"What are we going to do?" Kyra asked. "We live in the woods. How are we going to find a midwife?"
Boromir nodded thinking about it. He had given no thought to it the whole time they were living there. They were miles away from the nearest town or city. There was no way they could reach one in time.
"Maybe I could take care of it", he suggested.
"What?"
"I will help you bring the baby into this world."
"Boromir, I don't know", Kyra said unsure. "You have no experience. How will you know what to do?"
"Instincts", Boromir answered. "When the time comes, I will figure out what to do."
"I still don't know."
"Trust me, my love", he said. "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."
Kyra smiled as she kissed him.
"I love you."
"I love you", he replied.
Boromir held her in his arms caressing her belly. He wondered how Denethor and Faramir were back at home.
Faramir was feeling very bitter toward Boromir. Denethor beat him the first few days after Boromir and Kyra left. He kept demanding an explanation as to why this happened and where he could've gone. Denethor had sent out numerous search parties demanding Boromir be brought back. None of them had any luck. It seemed as if Boromir had disappeared from the face of the earth.
Denethor, on the other hand, had been very depressed. He was worried about his eldest son. Boromir was his pride and joy. He refused to believe rumors that the guards in the citadel began spreading, that Boromir was dead. Denethor refused to believe. He knew Boromir was strong enough to survive wherever he might be. All he wanted at the moment was for his son to come home.