A few days later as Boromir walked to meet Eswen he met up with Faramir. His brow was furrowed as if he tried to solve a reasonably large riddle.
"Boromir," He stopped his brother. "I had troubled sleep last night, a somewhat strange dream came to me."
Seeing his brother's distress Boromir placed a hand on Faramir's shoulder, "Tell me about it while we walk."
Faramir had not told Boromir much of the dream when they met Eswen. He turned to Boromir and that said he would speak with him about it later. After he had departed from them they walked with each other through the streets.
The sun had just begun setting in the west and they stood looking out over the plains. They watched as a rider sped towards the gate in urgent haste. The two then quickly made their way as fast as they could to the gate.
The rider was visibly shaken and he demanded that he must see Lord Denethor at once.
"Is this ill tidings that you bring?" Boromir asked as he stepped forward. The rider recognised him at once and acknowledged him quickly.
"Mordor has attacked Osgiliath and allied itself with the Easterlings and the Haradrim, we are outnumbered by far."
"Nonetheless we must defend ourselves, our country." Boromir said, he turned to the men and soldiers that stood around the gate. He gave them orders to rouse the soldiers and prepare themselves for battle. The men scurried off in all directions and Boromir turned to Eswen.
"I promise you I will return," He said as he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek. As he turned to leave Eswen grabbed his hand and looked up at him pleadingly.
"My father will want to go and fight, promise me that you will do your best to bring him home safely." Tears glistened in her grey eyes as Boromir looked down at her.
"I promise you that I will try," He looked over at the rider who was leaning against his horse in obvious pain. "I must go, but find a place for this man to be looked after."