Faramir left Boromir standing by himself outside the hall, lost in new thoughts. He had not considered Eswen in his haste to claim this journey. As he thought he wandered through many streets but could not find any comfort in his thoughts. He felt conflicted, should he go and find Imladris and perhaps the answer to the dream, or should he stay, stay with the woman of his dreams.
Little to his knowledge, Eswen had also been wandering about the city, lost in her own reverie. He saw her first and he was reminded of the first time he saw her. The grief that was written on her face two years ago had returned for now instead of mourning the loss of her brother he mourned her father's death. Her hair was tossed carelessly over her shoulders and black her raiment now was.
Boromir paused and hid behind a pillar from her sight as she walked nearby. He dreaded this moment, her heart was already broken and his leaving would not help it mend. He shook his head, he could not tell her, not now, not after what she just been through. He watched as her figure disappeared around a corner. Turning quickly he hurried away in the opposite direction to the one she had taken and headed back towards his home.
But as he walked he knew that he would have to tell her eventually and that sooner would probably be better than later. He knew that he had to find her and turned back. He hurried through many streets and even stopped to ask people if they had seen her. Not many had and Boromir grew desperate, he needed to find her now. Finally he decided to head to her home in the hope that she had returned there.
He found Eswen sitting outside in the afternoon sunlight outside her home. She sat staring into space and was not even aware of his presence until Boromir sat down beside her.
"Eswen," He said as he placed his hand on her arm. "There is something that I need to talk with you about."