Eswen watched sadly as her father was taken from his bed in the Houses of
Healing. Her heart was heavy and although Ioreth and the other women in the
house tried to comfort her it did not help much. She wished with all her
heart that her father had not gone to the battle. But she knew that he had
wanted to and he would not let anyone talk him out of going.
She remembered when she was a little girl when Mabon would come back from his shift. He would come home and swing her high up into the air and tell her that it was a wonderful thing to help your country in times of war. He would tell her that if he should not return from a battle that he would have gone to a better place. He also said that he would have died doing what he was proud to do.
Her thoughts drifted back to when her brother had been killed only two years ago. That had been a hard time for her and she would spend hours wandering about the city, heedless to anything else that happened in the city. Suddenly Eswen smiled to herself for a moment as she reflected on a more joyous memory.
She had wandered to a part of the city she hadn't spent a lot of time in before and had literally walked into Boromir. As she apologised she could feel herself blushing - There was something different about him compared with all the other men in the city. He had accepted her apology and told her that he had seen her walking about the city a lot lately.
He kindly asked her if anything had been the matter and Eswen found herself telling him about her brother and herself. He comforted her and when it came time to leave he had told her that he would like to see her again. And from that day on a beautiful romance had blossomed.
She remembered when she was a little girl when Mabon would come back from his shift. He would come home and swing her high up into the air and tell her that it was a wonderful thing to help your country in times of war. He would tell her that if he should not return from a battle that he would have gone to a better place. He also said that he would have died doing what he was proud to do.
Her thoughts drifted back to when her brother had been killed only two years ago. That had been a hard time for her and she would spend hours wandering about the city, heedless to anything else that happened in the city. Suddenly Eswen smiled to herself for a moment as she reflected on a more joyous memory.
She had wandered to a part of the city she hadn't spent a lot of time in before and had literally walked into Boromir. As she apologised she could feel herself blushing - There was something different about him compared with all the other men in the city. He had accepted her apology and told her that he had seen her walking about the city a lot lately.
He kindly asked her if anything had been the matter and Eswen found herself telling him about her brother and herself. He comforted her and when it came time to leave he had told her that he would like to see her again. And from that day on a beautiful romance had blossomed.