Soon dawned the grey morning that Boromir would leave on his quest to find Imladris. Many arrived at the gate to see him off, among them were many men with whom he had served with, Lord Denethor and Faramir. But Eswen did not, and this broke Boromir's heart.
He watched as his few things were assembled at the gate to be packed on his horse. But Thormund had not yet been led forward from the stable and Boromir drew a soldier aside.
"Wherever is my horse?" He asked him, "For I will not get very far on foot, go and see what holds the ostler up." The soldier nodded and hurried off toward the stables. He had not been gone long when there was a murmuring in the crowd as they parted.
At first Boromir thought that it was the ostler leading his horse towards him but soon he saw that it was not. Leading Fairfax through the crowd and holding a cloak was Eswen, Boromir's heart caught in his throat as he watched her. Her eyes were fixed on him as she walked closer and he was glad that she had come to say farewell before he left.
When she came closer he embraced her lovingly, "I thought you were not going to come." He murmured quietly in her ear.
"Do you honestly believe that I would let you go without saying goodbye?" She asked him as they stood back from each other. "I am sorry that you thought that but there is one last thing that I must ask you." She handed the cloak and Fairfax's reins to Boromir.
"Will you ride my father's horse and wear my father's cloak?" Boromir kissed her gently and smiled down into her face.
"I would be honoured." He said as he cast his own cloak away and put Mabon's around his shoulders. He looked up at his father and Denethor nodded.
"It is time."
"I will ever look for your return," Eswen kissed Boromir once more before he mounted Fairfax. He then looked down at his father, his brother and the woman he loved for the last time before riding through the gate.
He did not look back as he sped from their sight but Eswen stood for a long time at the gate even after he had completely disappeared from view.
