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You will find content of Boromir, Calemireth, Mablung, Éomer, Aragorn and Merry.

I used a nickname for Éowyn. However, "Wyn" was used before in a fanfic I read. The one for Éomer "Éo" I never read in any fanfic. It is supposed to signalize that both belong together. Being siblings. I do not know if this was my best idea but the more, I looked at it, the more I liked it. Plan is, to begin the same with Boromir and Faramir.

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Men come together

Boromir successfully reached the harbour of Dol Amroth. Luckily, the sailing lessons have paid off. It´s been too long since he hasn't seen the city of his mother. Gondor's place at the sea was indeed breath-taking. The highest tower smiled at him, as did the castle. He was well-known among the territories of men, here too. However, most inhabitants were surprised to see him. One did not count on the Captain General. Boromir' hand searches for the stone of his brother which was still stored in his pocket. Indeed, he should be elsewhere. The older one closes his eyes to collect himself. Afterwards, he puts on a smile and lands. As luck would have it, Prince Imrahil, his uncle was to be found at the harbour. He left the ship and walks toward the regent of Dol Amroth. The man looks up and smiles at him. "Boromir, it is good to see you, nephew," his uncle began while taking his hand to clasps it. "Dol Amroth received the call for help and was about to head towards Minas Tirith," Imrahil adds. "I did not expect it otherwise," the Captain General replies. "Accompany me a bit. While preparations are made for departure," the man responds. Boromir nods and so their walk around the harbour started. "I am not here voluntarily. Things went not as planned. I would be with my company and men at Minas Tirith. I do need to return," he explains. "You will. Together with the troops of Dol Amroth. How is your brother?" the man counters. "Faramir is needed somewhere else. However, he will soon return and arrive in time together with some friends of mine," Boromir responds. The older one could not mention his friend and king Aragorn. Not yet. "I do look forward to see him," answers Imrahil. "As do I," replies the older one. His uncle pats Boromir on the shoulder and the Captain General smiles. "It is... very peaceful by the sea," he declares and adds "I should come here more often." Findulias, his mother loved the waters and her town. So much that she died because of homesickness. Denethor was too blind to see it. "Boromir. You can see Dol Amroth as often as you like. I will return to my men. A horse awaits you at the stable. Minas Tirith does need his Captain General," Imrahil states and left. His uncle was right. It will be a rough battle. The ones he enjoyed the most. Boromir continued his walk at the coast. Then he was about to make for the stalls when he saw a woman. With her brown hair that flew in the wind and a sword in her hand, she was different to any woman he saw so far. He could not stop himself to walk towards her. She was special to say the least. Hands at his hips he states," Never have I seen a woman clothed in trousers and a sword in her hands." She turns around to face him. Then she answers," Never have I seen a man clothed in a..." It was obvious that she challenged him. A broad smile on his face and with a shake of his head Boromir replies," Garment? The obligation of the son of the Steward."

Calemireth did knew the man in front her. "Boromir?" she questions. "At your service," he responds and bows slightly. The man from her letters and brother of Faramir. "Calemireth, my lord," she counters. "So, you are the woman that held me occupied with letters," the man states. She nods and adds, "I am, my lord." Then the smile vanishes from his face. "My apologies Calemireth but I need to leave you now. However, I would welcome it to see you again, milady," Boromir declares and took her hand before he left. She hurried after him and placed herself in front the man. "I will come with you," Calemireth queries. "War is no place for a woman," declares Boromir and adds," The battlefield is rough." Indeed, he sounded like her father. "Then how it comes that you are here?" Calemireth asks. He smiles and points on her while he counters," Milady, you remind me of myself when I am with my brother." Again, Boromir took her hands then he continues," Come when the men of the west successfully drove the enemy back. Then it would be my honour to show you around. Promise me that you won't follow." With head down she answers," I won't be in your way." The man nods and was gone. As promised, she won't be in his way. However, Calemireth will follow him. As soon as Boromir was out of view, she heads to the stalls herself. The woman found a small dagger, regards it a while and cut her hair. From where she stands, Calemireth witnesses the departure of the Captain General. She does not have much knowledge of the country. That means she needs to hurry to be able to follow the man. The woman grabs a nearby cloak and whip it on. She saddles a horse and leads it through the side entrance that she used before. Boromir definitely have to pass the coast. There Calemireth will catch up with him.

It was hopeless. Osgiliath was lost. Mablung exchanged a view with Aearon and the retreat was initiated. Now, they rode towards Minas Tirith. Unfortunately, Nazgul attack them from the sky. He could do nothing than to continue the ride and hope for the best. Then a light drew near. No, a man clothed in white with a staff. The Nazgul let off them and flow away. In company of the man the forces of Osgiliath continue till they reached the gates. "The Lord Steward wishes to speak you," informs Beregond and points on Mablung and Aearon. Of course, now the moment had come to take responsibility for their actions. "Before you go to meet with your Steward. Could you spare a second, Commander?" the man in white requests. "A second, not more," he responds. "I will meet you at the citadel," states Aearon. Mablung joins their retriever to a silent edge near the wall. "On your way. Have you seen two hobbits?" asks the man. "I did. We let them go based on orders of our Captain. Their journey safely continued," the Ithilien Ranger replies. "Thank you, Commander," his counterpart answers. "My pleasure. Now my Steward awaits me," Mablung declares and began his way upwards.

Éomer rode at the side of his king and uncle again. Minas Tirith had lit the beacons and the Rohirrim gave their promise to Aragorn. Still, the marshal could not really believe that this man was the heir of Isildur. All he knew, was that he called him an ally already. Èomer sympathised with him. They will stop at Dunharrow and then continue to the Pelennor. Sauron made a big mistake. To underestimate the men of the west. His folk. The soldiers of Gondor. Then the sun shines on the safe haven of Rohan, where Èowyn stayed as well. Éomer dismounts and leads his horse to the main square. Before the fair-haired man could find his sister, Éowyn discovers him. "Haven't expected you so late," the shieldmaiden declares a sad smile on her face. "Now I am here, Wyn," he responds. "Éo," she mumbles. The marshal tied his horse to a nearby stake and takes her hand. "How were things here?" he asks. "Peaceful," Éowyn answers. "The others arrived safely?" he continues. "Indeed. They left soon," the shieldmaiden replies. "However, not for Minas Tirith," she adds. "How were things at Helm's Deep?" his sister questions. "Rough and long but we won," he responds. "I can see that. It makes me glad," Éowyn counters. Both were now watching a girl that reunites with her brothers. The same young man Éomer rescued during battle was one of them. "Wyn, I do need to join the soldiers again," he declares. "I know," she replies and looks at him. He releases her hand and left. Soon. Then Éomer could spare time to be with his sister.

Aragorn took a deep breath as soon as his company stepped outside. He dislikes caves. However, sometimes the situation acquires it. Brego was handed to him again and he pats the horse. Then he mounts. They will have to intercept the Corsairs' fleet. Otherwise, the light would not prevail. Once more he views his companions. Faramir smiles at him and guides his steed next to Aragorn. "We will be with you, till the end," the younger one states. Estel returns the smile. "That is what I fear. To lead you into a war we are not supposed to win," he responds. Now, he voiced the fears that lingered in his head. "You must think I am afraid," he adds. The younger one regards him for a while, then looks past him. "I do not," Faramir answers. "I am afraid. However, we all need to be brave. As well as our leader. The enemy is afraid of you. He knows deep within that the battle is lost. As you fear for your companions, we do fear for you," the young ranger's eyes found his. Aragorn did not look away. "Then let us no longer fear for each other and confront the enemy," he declares. "At your side, my king, my friend," Faramir replies.

Merry rode with the Rohirrim. The hobbit offered his service to the king. Théoden accepted it. He passes several tents till Merry could make out a woman who appears sad. He walks over to her and takes a seat. "Normally I am good at cheering someone up," he began. She manages a weak smile. "Éowyn," the woman introduces herself. "Merry," he answers with a smile. Éowyn remains silent. "I do miss Pip," the hobbit speaks up. "Who is he?" she questions. "My best friend. He is now with Gandalf. They departed for Minas Tirith," he responds. "I was hoping to fight. To be able to help my friends. To save my friends," Merry adds. "Who said you couldn't?" Éowyn asks. "King Théoden," the hobbit counters. A scarce was all he was. "Come with me," she declares.