Monica had been sitting there watching Boromir for a little while while Lothiriel had gone to change. She didn't want to leave him alone at any time, she was becoming more and more worried about his progress, and about the man himself. However, she tried not to analyze it, she just did as she was told, or so she figured. She did not see herself with a shot at Lord Boromir. After all, he was a Lord and she a plain handmaiden. So she didn't even let herself dream that they might be something in the future... okay, she let herself dream about it, but she knew it was only a dream. Soon Lothiriel was back and sitting on the bed again and she takes her leave, bowing backwards as she goes.

Boromir breathes in deeply as he starts to awaken. He felt much better after his nap. Though his arm was bothering him a little more than usual. But he wasn't going to complain. He had been through pain before. He stretches a little before he looks around his room. He sees someone sitting on the chair beside his bed and he sits up a little more, thinking it could be Monica. Or Eowyn. A smile breaks across his face as he thinks of Eowyn. But then he frowns. No. Eowyn would be with Faramir. With a heavy sigh he speaks. "Hello." His vision was blurry again. It did that sometimes. He would just have to wait for his good eye to clear.

Lothiriel smiles down at the sleeping face of her cousin. She knew her Uncle would have been the happiest man around had he lived to see his oldest son found. He never should have lost faith. The thought brings a tear to her eye and he speaks just as she feels it drop from her chin. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she grabs a piece of cloth from her skirts, blowing her noise of it before speaking. "Hello, Boromir. You have no idea what it means to have you back in the family. I can hardly wait for our travel home. I am sure my Father will be so happy to see you have returned." She reaches out and lightly caresses his jawline before standing.

"Lothiriel? Am I in Gondor? I do not think I had slept that long." He didn't understand why Lothiriel would be in Rohan. After all, as far as he could remember she didn't know anyone who wasn't from Gondor. "Your father? Uncle Imrahil? He is here?"

She shakes her head smiling. "No, he is not here. I came with your brother." She leans in and hugs him tight, the tears following unashamedly. "I missed you so! We both did!!" She meant his brother and she was sure he knew that.

Boromir winces a little as she hugs him but he smiles all the same and wraps his good arm around her, hugging her back. "I missed you as well, Lothiriel. How have you faired? How is Uncle and your brothers?"

"I think that in the long run I faired the best." She glows suddenly as she thinks of Eomer. Even with their recent problems she had nothing but good thoughts of him. She smiles and looks down. "I am in love with a fool. I often think you men are all fools and need a woman to straightened you out." She laughs then smiles at him. "And pig headed."

He smiles at her. "Are you? And who is this fool you love so dearly? Do I know him?" He moves out of the bed, standing carefully and leaning on the crutch he grabs from beside her chair. "Does Uncle know of him?"

She nods, looking at him shyly. "Well you may soon know him. He is the reason I came here, to be with him while he worried over his sister. I did not want him to be alone in him time of peril." She looks at him through her lashes, blushing again.

He gives her an astonished look. "Eomer King? You wish to marry him?" He laughs and shakes his head. "This coming from the young lady of Dol Amroth who once said she would not marry royalty because she wished to give her heart to the man she loved, especially if he were not of noble birth?" He smiles fondly at her as he limps around the room, taking clean clothes and putting them onto the bed. He would need to change into clean clothes for the feast tonight.

She pouts as she looks at him, crossing her arms over her chest and dropping onto his bed with a huff. "You are teasing me, Boromir. Yes, I said those things, but take note the point I made about love. I can not help that he is the one I fell in love with." Then a sad look enters her eyes and she quickly pulls them away from him to look out the window. "But do not worry, for I do not think he wishes it. At least not any more." She looks back at him quickly, forcing her smile. "But I hear that you are now not playing nice with your brother's fiancé. That is not good, Boromir."

He looks at her quickly, frowning a little. "What? What do you mean Lothiriel? I am nothing but nice to Eowyn." He couldn't help wondering just what Eomer had told her, or what she had seen herself. Was it that obvious?

She frowns, shaking her head. "What are you talking about, Boromir? I was merely joking with you, trying to lighten the mood since I had brought it down so much." Her frown deepens. "Boromir, what happened?"

He breathes a quick sigh of relief and smiles quickly, almost too quickly. "Oh. I merely misunderstood you, Lothiriel. Now, why don't you tell me what Eomer did to make you so upset. Perhaps I can speak to Eowyn and she can help."

She sighs and shakes her head. "There is nothing anyone can do. It was all some sort of misunderstanding, I am sure, because I surely didn't understand what he was talking about. And then he stormed off." She closes her eyes in pain, suddenly coming to a decision. "I will be leaving in the morning. Do you wish to return to Gondor with me? Or send any news that way?" She opens her eyes to stare at him again, her heart breaking. But she was so confused, so out of it that she really didn't know what to think anymore.

"Well if it were a misunderstanding, perhaps you should go and make him see how wrong he is?" He frowns and limps over to her. "I can not go back to Gondor, Lothiriel. Not like this. And I do not think you can leave Edoras in the state you are in. You should talk with him. At least to find out if it is truely over or not.

She shakes her head, her chin instantly going up and showing her stubborn streak, the same one that got her family in a lot of trouble. "I am not going to go crawling back to him when he is the one that got mad at me. He made his point clear. I am going to leave in the morning." The more she thought about it, the better she thought it was. Yes, she would leave first thing in the morning and return with the news of Boromir. It was only right that someone be dispatched home with the news.

Monica heads through the halls, on her way to Boromir's, thinking how nice it would be to be able to stretch out tonight without so many guests.

"Then do not crawl back to him. Storm in and demand he beg you for your forgiveness. Or storm in and tell him you no longer love him. That is bound to work. Guilt always works." He smiles and sits on the bed beside her, taking her hand with his good hand. "You should think on this, Lothiriel. Before you leave. Perhaps he will get some sense knocked into him before tomorrow and come crawling to you." He can't help but laugh, he found it funny thinking of a king crawling.

She stands suddenly. "You are right. Partly. I will go tell him I am leaving. Give him a chance to come clean. One chance. Because if he lets me leave his office, it won't matter what he says in the morning. I will not let him or anyone get in the way of my love. Because without him I am nothing. I may not stand for him walking all over me, but neither will I let h is family either. Up till now that has not been a problem. Even now I do not think it is, not truly. She leans down and kisses his forehead. " I will see you in the morning before I leave. You need to sleep." And with that she leaves the room, pausing only for a moment as she heaves the room to blow him another kiss.

Monica passes Lothiriel in the hall, nodding and smiling before she pauses outside Boromir's doorway to knock and wait. When she hears him say enter, she cracks open the door, peeking in incase it wasn't she he was waiting for. "Was there anything I could help you with?"

He smiles at his cousin and then shakes his head. She could be so stubborn sometimes. Standing he walks over to his clean clothes and starts trying to get undressed. It was hard with one hand. Especially the clasps and buttons. When he hears the knock on the door he calls out for whomever it was to enter. When he sees it was Monica he breathes a sigh of relief. He didn't feel self conscious about having her help him dress. She'd had to do it many times before. And she never made him feel like an invalid. Actually...he liked the way she would sometimes get close to him while doing up the buttons on his shirt. "Yes, actually. I am having trouble getting dressed again. Perhaps you could help?"

She smiles kindly at him as she walks in and over to where he was standing. "Of course I will help you. You know you need only to ask and I will come, no matter the time," She takes his cloths from him and lays them out on the bed, then she starts to carefully disrobe him, paying careful attention to any obvious bruises.

He smiles at her, letting her help him get his shirt off. "Yes. And I thank you for your help and time." It was strange. Even with his disabilities, which most times depressed him, when she would help him he didn't feel so bad about them. "Monica? Have you always worked in Edoras?" He knew she was younger than him, much younger, at least 20 years younger.

She smiles tenderly as she moves in close, almost leaning against his chest to reach around him and pull his shirt down his back and off his arms. "You need to be more careful, " she says as she carefully pulls it off each wrist. "You forgot to undo your cuffs and that can cause a lot of problems." Then taking his shirt she lays it carefully over the back of a chair. She was used to undressing him and she liked to do it in such a manner that it wasn't so ... clinical. She didn't do it this way to try to turn him on, she wasn't stupid enough to think that he would want her, no. She did it this way so that he didn't feel like she was doing it because he needed her. She didn't want him to feel unable to do it himself. This way it was more as if she was merely helping a little, not a lot. For some reason she felt drawn to this man and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel he was crippled in any way.

She moves around the back of him and standing close she undoes his pants. She stood behind him to give him privacy as she pulls them down, though it still seemed an intimate gesture.

He smiles at her, stepping out of his pants when she instructs him. "I never did have trouble with them before. I believe it was because I never had them closed." He watches as she brings his clean leggings over and has him step into them. "Do you wish to always work in Edoras?" He turns towards her when she tells him to, letting her do up the front of his pants.

She kneels in front of him and starts to do up all the small buttons on the fly of his leggings. "I do not think that I actually thought about it, living here or elsewhere." She pauses, looking up at him a moment then she gets up and moves around picking up his old clothes and tossing them into a basket she would take with her to clean. She finally returns to his side, and lightly pushes him onto the bed. Straddling his hips she starts to lightly comb through his hair. "I would like to think that I would go where my heart was," she says into the silence.

He smiles at her, doing up the last few buttons on his shirt before he lets her push him down onto the bed. He could at least do up buttons. "And why is it you are not married yet? You are beautiful."

Her fingers pause in his hair and she looks down at him curiously. "I am? I guess I do not pay attention to that. I do not think beauty should matter when it comes to marriage. It is what is in your heart. I do not want a man to marry me because I look good, but because he loves me, and would love me even if I lost all my hair from fire or old age." She goes back to combing his hair, thinking it was nice and soft for a man's hair. It fitted him really.

He nods, listening to her. "I suppose a woman will have to settle for me the way I am. Crippled and unable to do much more than sit here." He sighs deeply, that depressed feeling coming back. Yes. The woman he marries would have to put up with his disabilities and would have to help him with everyday things, like putting on his clothes. He grits his teeth, feeling the anger and self pity building in him, that is until he feels someone softly massaging his neck and shoulders. He sighs again, but this time out of content. Monica must have been in this position before, because she knew just where to massage to relieve his tension and to get his mind off his negative feelings.

She knew that she had fallen for this Lord, she knew the second she had laid eyes on him, helping him when he was out the moment that the King brought him in. She had bathed him and gotten his wounds cleaned with the help of the healers. Then she had stood back and let Eowyn take care of him when she had come to. But now that Lord Faramir was here, she was able to once again take care of him. She found nothing demeaning in her actions, she would do more for the man she loved.

She blushes, not wanting to think of it that way, but unable to, realizing it was fruitless. So she buries her feelings deep down so no one would see and keeps massaging his shoulders and neck. "Any woman you love would be lucky, Lord Boromir. She would not care that you were crippled. There are plenty of things that you can do, you do not give yourself credit. And you grow stronger every day. Do not worry, My Lord, one day you will have the hand of a woman that loves you as much as you love her and neither of you will see anything wrong with the other. After all, I see you as a man that if the one you loved needed the same attention you need now, if the roles were reversed, you would help her, you would not see the problems, you would only see the love. You deserve a woman with as big a heart as you have."

He groans softly, his eyes closed as he lets her work on his shoulders and neck. He smiles slightly at her words, opening his eyes again and looking over his shoulder at her. "I do hope you are correct, Monica. I wish to settle down before I do pass on." He pats her hand on his shoulder, then stands when she moves back. He takes the crutch and leans on it, his right arm in the sling again, keeping it close to his chest. "Am I presentable now?" He turns towards her and smiles. They had made some clothes for him, thankfully. He was dressed in dark pants and a white shirt with a dark green overcoat that was buttoned up the front. He also had boots on, that had been nicely polished.

She looks him up and down and nods her head, licking her suddenly dry lips. "Yes, very much so." She realizes what she said and she looks away, busying herself with his clothing and bed. " I will get the rest of this picked up. They will be expecting you in the dinning room in a short time, so you might want to head down there." And leave me to my grief alone, please. Though she doesn't say it, she thinks it. Because that was what she would fight again. She just wish suddenly he would go home. Then she wouldn't have to constantly have to look after someone she could never have. She was amazed that he even knew her name. Most of the Lords and Ladies didn't even find the time to learn that where she was concerned since she was nothing more then a handmaiden.

He smiles at her and nods. "I thank you, Monica, for your help." He nods to her once more in respect and then limps from the room, heading to the great hall where the feast would be held. Once there he stands off to the side, watching everything.

She heads in the opposite direction then he does, a smile on her face as she goes. He was always so nice to her, and more then that, he saw her! She wasn't like some of the furniture either, there to take care of his needs. She was indeed a person when she was around him.

She enters with that smile and is told to get out and make sure that Lady Eowyn was ready as she had not yet shown and they could not bring out any of the food until the main guests were out. She is gone and knocking on Lady Eowyn's door in no time flat, her smile still on her face.