Chapter Two- Delérith
In the weeks and months that followed I had the chance to look back on the time I had spent with Boromir. My father is an important man in Gondor, and he knows Lord Denethor well. Our family is, and always has been, held in high regard, and looking back on everything now I see that I was probably as good and respectful a wife for the future Steward of Gondor as any.
After having words with Faramir after Boromir left I got the impression that Denethor was encouraging the idea of Boromir marrying. I remember Faramir smiling in a slightly grim way as he told me that his father did not care whom he married, he only really cared for Boromir's well-being. Faramir insisted that he could have married a horse for all it mattered to Denethor, but Boromir had to have someone special. I suppose that someone was me.
Our courtship was nothing spectacular, but I was satisfied. We had always known one another, and one day we went out walking together while our fathers were having a long conversation about the well-being of Minas Tirith, locked away surrounded by books and maps for most of the day. After strolling on the Pelennor fields we kissed, and everything carried on from there. Boromir was kind and never less than a gentleman to me, so I continued to see him. We courted for six or seven months after that, but something was never quite right. Boromir was never overly romantic with me, and we did not meet one another as often as was to be expected. Boromir had other interests that competed with me, weapons and fighting and armies, and duties that could not be avoided. Our relationship was never perfect but I learned to live with it or ignore the problem, for both our families strongly encouraged our being together. I could tell they were both silently waiting for us to marry. And we did, in the seventh month of our courtship. Getting married was something I had long dreamt of, and our wedding was very grand. As both of our families were somewhat well off we went without nothing. I had a gown made up for me, such beautiful and unusual food was sent in for the day and everything went without a problem or hitch. Denethor wanted everything perfect for his first born whom he loved so dearly. I knew that Denethor was delighted that his son had found a wife, and he was insistent that we stayed near him, so he provided us with our own quarters in his vast halls. I thought that after we were married Boromir would be more attentive, but it did not happen. On the morning after our wedding I awoke in the room that we were now sharing, and I felt his arms around me. I remember how comfortable and happy I was, and how I didn't ever want to move from where I lay. I thought that was how things would always be, but that was not so. Boromir must have been happy at least for a while; I know that, true happiness is something you cannot fake. He was for the first few days of our marriage, but it slowly wore away from him. The novelty of a new wife did not last long, and things went back to how they had always been. Sometimes I felt lonely, for though it was nice to live in such a large and kingly house I felt that I rattled uncomfortably about the rooms that we lived in, and felt awkward to stray out of them alone. I had convinced myself that marriage would solve our problems; it would bring us together and make him care for me. But we were apart more than we were together; he always seemed to be busy. I often spent the nights alone.
It was a month before Boromir left that I found out that I was with child. I had not wanted to tell him straight away in fear of jinxing it somehow, but when I heard he was leaving I felt I had no other choice. He needed to know, and I secretly hoped that it would draw us closer together and make him stay with me.
I loved him more than either of us knew, and I had wished that he would love me too. Perhaps he did love me a little, but when he left he made his feelings clearer than he had intended.
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In the weeks and months that followed I had the chance to look back on the time I had spent with Boromir. My father is an important man in Gondor, and he knows Lord Denethor well. Our family is, and always has been, held in high regard, and looking back on everything now I see that I was probably as good and respectful a wife for the future Steward of Gondor as any.
After having words with Faramir after Boromir left I got the impression that Denethor was encouraging the idea of Boromir marrying. I remember Faramir smiling in a slightly grim way as he told me that his father did not care whom he married, he only really cared for Boromir's well-being. Faramir insisted that he could have married a horse for all it mattered to Denethor, but Boromir had to have someone special. I suppose that someone was me.
Our courtship was nothing spectacular, but I was satisfied. We had always known one another, and one day we went out walking together while our fathers were having a long conversation about the well-being of Minas Tirith, locked away surrounded by books and maps for most of the day. After strolling on the Pelennor fields we kissed, and everything carried on from there. Boromir was kind and never less than a gentleman to me, so I continued to see him. We courted for six or seven months after that, but something was never quite right. Boromir was never overly romantic with me, and we did not meet one another as often as was to be expected. Boromir had other interests that competed with me, weapons and fighting and armies, and duties that could not be avoided. Our relationship was never perfect but I learned to live with it or ignore the problem, for both our families strongly encouraged our being together. I could tell they were both silently waiting for us to marry. And we did, in the seventh month of our courtship. Getting married was something I had long dreamt of, and our wedding was very grand. As both of our families were somewhat well off we went without nothing. I had a gown made up for me, such beautiful and unusual food was sent in for the day and everything went without a problem or hitch. Denethor wanted everything perfect for his first born whom he loved so dearly. I knew that Denethor was delighted that his son had found a wife, and he was insistent that we stayed near him, so he provided us with our own quarters in his vast halls. I thought that after we were married Boromir would be more attentive, but it did not happen. On the morning after our wedding I awoke in the room that we were now sharing, and I felt his arms around me. I remember how comfortable and happy I was, and how I didn't ever want to move from where I lay. I thought that was how things would always be, but that was not so. Boromir must have been happy at least for a while; I know that, true happiness is something you cannot fake. He was for the first few days of our marriage, but it slowly wore away from him. The novelty of a new wife did not last long, and things went back to how they had always been. Sometimes I felt lonely, for though it was nice to live in such a large and kingly house I felt that I rattled uncomfortably about the rooms that we lived in, and felt awkward to stray out of them alone. I had convinced myself that marriage would solve our problems; it would bring us together and make him care for me. But we were apart more than we were together; he always seemed to be busy. I often spent the nights alone.
It was a month before Boromir left that I found out that I was with child. I had not wanted to tell him straight away in fear of jinxing it somehow, but when I heard he was leaving I felt I had no other choice. He needed to know, and I secretly hoped that it would draw us closer together and make him stay with me.
I loved him more than either of us knew, and I had wished that he would love me too. Perhaps he did love me a little, but when he left he made his feelings clearer than he had intended.
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