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Boromir
She stood beneath the canopy of ribbons and flowers with the rest of the girls. She was barefooted, her skirts just above her ankles. She wore no ornaments save for the garland on her hand. The young woman was small, slightly plump and with long dark brown hair. She passed easy smiles to all those who greeted her.
Out of politeness, he approached her not himself. Instead, he sent Faramir to offer her a bracelet of freshly picked flowers to go with her crown.
Faramir returned laughing, the bracelet still in his hand.
"What did she say?" Boromir asked, his eyes still on the woman.
"She said that she is flattered but she will not accept the bracelet out of respect to your title." Faramir laughed again. Boromir now looked at the woman again, fascinated. She turned to him at last, smiled and bowed her head.
"Charming," Boromir murmured.
"Will you go talk to her?" Faramir asked, holding out the bracelet. Boromir accepted it and shook his head with a sigh.
"I am afraid I cannot," Boromir said. "I must retire for I leave early tomorrow. Perhaps when I will return, I will pursue her. Go and find her name, if she will give it."
Faramir complied.
The woman did give her name.
