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Bormir ended up staying with Lorna a while, but not as long as both he and Lorna would have liked. Faramir came running up to the doorstep, shouting Boromir's name.
"Boromir! Father sent me to look for you! He is quite angry, come quick!" and Faramir ran back to the Steward's hall without waiting for Boromir to follow.
"Good-bye, lady Lorna." Boromir said as he stood up from his seat from in front of the fireplace. He wrapped the blanket that he and Lorna had been sharing tight around her small body and kissed the top of her head.
"Come as soon as your schedule can allow!" Lorna called as Boromir descended the creaking stairs.
"It had already crossed my mind!" he answered, and left for his home.
After a few minutes Lorna went down the stairs to where her mother sat at their small kitchen table.
"Boromir fancies you quite a bit, does he not?" Loo asked as soon as Lorna had taken a seat. Lorna could only smile. "It is almost a pity you barely see each other."
Lorna nodded. "Mother, have you ever felt like you knew someone so completely, but hardly known them at all? But at the same time been so mesmerized by their presence and." she stopped and stared at her hands.
"Lorna, I love you, you're my daughter and all I have. But I'm concerned. The work I do is getting tough, and if you continue to roam about as you do and let your chores and work in the shop linger, then we have no other choice then marry you off to a wealthy man. There are a few I have contacted in Rohan, fine men they are, and" she was cut off.
"How dare you! Mother!" she jumped up from her seat. "You know I am too young to be wed! And even if I was to marry, it would not be to some stranger of the horse-men! My heart lies with another, and you know it! He also lies right here in Minas Tirith, and is quite rich himself!"
"I know Boromir is a good man, but he is now a warrior! How can you be sure that he will live long with you in this city that has of lately been threatened?"
"How is anywhere safe, and one person more than another?" Lorna exclaimed. "Have you no care for me? Because surely if you did you would put this fixed marriage stuff to an end! I would only journey to Rohan to escape from you!" Lorna's eyes filled with tears, and she saw that her mother was already crying. "I'm sorry mother," Lorna hugged her mother.
"If you would only visit Rohan for a few months and see what it is like, maybe it will sway your mind?" Loo questioned, trying to change Lorna's view. Lorna was silent.
"Nothing would sway my mind unless it was Boromir's wish, or if he was to be gone." Lorna replied, and went upstiars to her bedroom.
"Dearest Boromir,
Recent events of the Hasunder household need your immediate attention. Please come quick!
With much love,
Lorentia Hasunder"
Lorna wrote on a scrap piece of paper, using the wooden floor as a desk. She folded up the parchment and placed it inside a pocket in her dress. She descended tramped downstairs and grabbed the water bucket.
"I'll be at the river if I am needed." Lorna called as she stepped outside into the bitter cold. She had Boromir's cloak wrapped about her, and the letter still in her pocket.
"But you got some water already today!" Loo called from behind her work bench.
"Then I'll be getting some more!" Lorna answered, but walked briskly in the opposite direction of the river.
She was headed for the Steward's hall.
On the way, however, she came across an old play-friend, Erian, whose father worked as a guard of the great tower in Minas Tirith.
"Hello, Lorentia! How long has it been since we've talked? Five years, maybe?" he asked.
"Five years, it most likely has!" Lorna replied, "and it's Lorna." Erian smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder in friendship.
"Come! We shall talk, unless you have pressing matters you just need to attend to!" Erian said sarcastically, but Lorna didn't mind. She followed him into his hut, and they sat in front of the fire and talked. She told him about her plight, and how her mother had arranged a marriage.
"She couldn't have set the marriage, just the meeting of you and your possible suitor!" Erian cried. "That's outrageous in any means, though." He added.
"I know, and also, there is someone in Minas Tirith who I care a lot for, although I cannot reach him." Then Lorna told Erian about her meeting of Boromir, and her love of him.
"There is a meeting I can set up for you, if you wish." Erian offered. "And that letter you speak of can reach him, by my doing," he added, "but it may take some time, a couple of days, or even a week, if your mother can wait that long to ship you off to Rohan so soon!" Erian joked.
"I can hold her off for a while, just get the letter to Boromir, please! I will be back here in one week, at noon, if he can arrive then. But I will wait all day if I must! Now deliver this letter, and be swift! For these indeed are pressing matters!"
"Yes, your heart is on the line!" said Erian and unfolded the letter, adding in his own handwriting: noon, Jan 15. Then he pocketed the letter and rose from his seat.
"I shall be off then, to help a friend in need!" Erian said proudly, and both exited.
"Thank you, I shall visit you more, if I have the time." And they hugged. Lorna then went home, with the water bucket empty.
Bormir ended up staying with Lorna a while, but not as long as both he and Lorna would have liked. Faramir came running up to the doorstep, shouting Boromir's name.
"Boromir! Father sent me to look for you! He is quite angry, come quick!" and Faramir ran back to the Steward's hall without waiting for Boromir to follow.
"Good-bye, lady Lorna." Boromir said as he stood up from his seat from in front of the fireplace. He wrapped the blanket that he and Lorna had been sharing tight around her small body and kissed the top of her head.
"Come as soon as your schedule can allow!" Lorna called as Boromir descended the creaking stairs.
"It had already crossed my mind!" he answered, and left for his home.
After a few minutes Lorna went down the stairs to where her mother sat at their small kitchen table.
"Boromir fancies you quite a bit, does he not?" Loo asked as soon as Lorna had taken a seat. Lorna could only smile. "It is almost a pity you barely see each other."
Lorna nodded. "Mother, have you ever felt like you knew someone so completely, but hardly known them at all? But at the same time been so mesmerized by their presence and." she stopped and stared at her hands.
"Lorna, I love you, you're my daughter and all I have. But I'm concerned. The work I do is getting tough, and if you continue to roam about as you do and let your chores and work in the shop linger, then we have no other choice then marry you off to a wealthy man. There are a few I have contacted in Rohan, fine men they are, and" she was cut off.
"How dare you! Mother!" she jumped up from her seat. "You know I am too young to be wed! And even if I was to marry, it would not be to some stranger of the horse-men! My heart lies with another, and you know it! He also lies right here in Minas Tirith, and is quite rich himself!"
"I know Boromir is a good man, but he is now a warrior! How can you be sure that he will live long with you in this city that has of lately been threatened?"
"How is anywhere safe, and one person more than another?" Lorna exclaimed. "Have you no care for me? Because surely if you did you would put this fixed marriage stuff to an end! I would only journey to Rohan to escape from you!" Lorna's eyes filled with tears, and she saw that her mother was already crying. "I'm sorry mother," Lorna hugged her mother.
"If you would only visit Rohan for a few months and see what it is like, maybe it will sway your mind?" Loo questioned, trying to change Lorna's view. Lorna was silent.
"Nothing would sway my mind unless it was Boromir's wish, or if he was to be gone." Lorna replied, and went upstiars to her bedroom.
"Dearest Boromir,
Recent events of the Hasunder household need your immediate attention. Please come quick!
With much love,
Lorentia Hasunder"
Lorna wrote on a scrap piece of paper, using the wooden floor as a desk. She folded up the parchment and placed it inside a pocket in her dress. She descended tramped downstairs and grabbed the water bucket.
"I'll be at the river if I am needed." Lorna called as she stepped outside into the bitter cold. She had Boromir's cloak wrapped about her, and the letter still in her pocket.
"But you got some water already today!" Loo called from behind her work bench.
"Then I'll be getting some more!" Lorna answered, but walked briskly in the opposite direction of the river.
She was headed for the Steward's hall.
On the way, however, she came across an old play-friend, Erian, whose father worked as a guard of the great tower in Minas Tirith.
"Hello, Lorentia! How long has it been since we've talked? Five years, maybe?" he asked.
"Five years, it most likely has!" Lorna replied, "and it's Lorna." Erian smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder in friendship.
"Come! We shall talk, unless you have pressing matters you just need to attend to!" Erian said sarcastically, but Lorna didn't mind. She followed him into his hut, and they sat in front of the fire and talked. She told him about her plight, and how her mother had arranged a marriage.
"She couldn't have set the marriage, just the meeting of you and your possible suitor!" Erian cried. "That's outrageous in any means, though." He added.
"I know, and also, there is someone in Minas Tirith who I care a lot for, although I cannot reach him." Then Lorna told Erian about her meeting of Boromir, and her love of him.
"There is a meeting I can set up for you, if you wish." Erian offered. "And that letter you speak of can reach him, by my doing," he added, "but it may take some time, a couple of days, or even a week, if your mother can wait that long to ship you off to Rohan so soon!" Erian joked.
"I can hold her off for a while, just get the letter to Boromir, please! I will be back here in one week, at noon, if he can arrive then. But I will wait all day if I must! Now deliver this letter, and be swift! For these indeed are pressing matters!"
"Yes, your heart is on the line!" said Erian and unfolded the letter, adding in his own handwriting: noon, Jan 15. Then he pocketed the letter and rose from his seat.
"I shall be off then, to help a friend in need!" Erian said proudly, and both exited.
"Thank you, I shall visit you more, if I have the time." And they hugged. Lorna then went home, with the water bucket empty.
