I Fear for Him
Dearest Arwing,
What a lovely room you have. I had so much fun looking at everything, and especially the view you have outside the window. All the tapestries, wood carving on the furniture, and the fantastic canopy on your bed. Oh, it is very nice.
Your kittens are unbelievably sweet!
The dancing party sounds wonderful. I don't know if Boromir will be able to attend, but there is always hope.
Boromir is no better than before. He is in great pain and talking, even breathing, is a struggle for him. I am worried for him, Arwing.
But despite his troubles, Boromir did manage to carry on a conversation with me last evening. The sun was setting into the west, and a glow of pink filled the room.
"Silwen?" he said.
I looked up, surprised. It makes me sad when he has difficulty recognizing me.
"Yes, it is me," I said. I helped him to prop his head up on a pillow.
He cringed.
"Are you alright?" I asked hurriedly.
"I will be alright in a minute," he said.
I waited.
"How do you fare, sister?" he asked presently.
I was somewhat taken aback.
"Well, brother," I responded.
"Do you see Huinlas often?" he asked. His face was troubled.
"Ah. I know what is bothering you. You needn't worry."
"Don't I?"
"Boromir, really! Think of me married! Am I not a bit young and frivolous? As of now, I have neither the care nor the patience for such a situation."
I thought he would laugh. He used to laugh when I talked thus. He used to laugh so often. Long ago and far away those days seem now.
No smile crossed his face, instead a shadow seemed to fall.
"Look at me."
I complied.
He held my gaze a minute or so.
"Do you still not trust me?" I asked gently.
"I have always trusted you."
He sank back into the bed.
"But I have always been one to worry, as well," he muttered.
"You have no need for worry of any sort, my brother."
"At present," he responded.
"No, Boromir. I have told you before I could never think of Huinlas as anything more than a friend. Friendship is great, and I desire nothing which would lessen it, nor anything that would cause it to change from what it is now."
"Will you promise this?"
"I will," I said, now thoroughly perplexed.
A tense silence followed.
I broke it timidly.
"Why does this bother you so?"
"Has Huinlas not told you?"
"No," I said, surprised.
"That is indeed odd."
His gaze turned far away, out the window. The last flicker of light was clinging to the mountain peaks.
"You should ask him of it," he said at last.
I laughed.
"Me? Bring up such a subject? Have you gone mad?"
"No. I am sorry. I did not mean exactly that. Find your answer by asking him a related question."
"Such as?"
"Ask him of himself," he said. "He has much to tell."
"Why cannot you tell me? You appear to know much."
"It is not for me to tell."
"But it is for you to worry? It is for you to trouble your wounded and weary self with questions that have already been answered? Boromir, I--"
"Please do not speak so!" he interrupted.
I was silent.
His face went deadly pale and it seemed as though even the mention of his injury brought back all his pain in a hurry. I did all I could to ease him.
We did not speak again that evening.
I have yet to talk to Huinlas about the matter. I would like to know what all the fuss is about, and why it troubles Boromir so greatly. But, still, I am more anxious about Boromir's health, for he does not improve at a desirable rate. Oh, Arwing! I fear for him.
Silwen
Dearest Arwing,
What a lovely room you have. I had so much fun looking at everything, and especially the view you have outside the window. All the tapestries, wood carving on the furniture, and the fantastic canopy on your bed. Oh, it is very nice.
Your kittens are unbelievably sweet!
The dancing party sounds wonderful. I don't know if Boromir will be able to attend, but there is always hope.
Boromir is no better than before. He is in great pain and talking, even breathing, is a struggle for him. I am worried for him, Arwing.
But despite his troubles, Boromir did manage to carry on a conversation with me last evening. The sun was setting into the west, and a glow of pink filled the room.
"Silwen?" he said.
I looked up, surprised. It makes me sad when he has difficulty recognizing me.
"Yes, it is me," I said. I helped him to prop his head up on a pillow.
He cringed.
"Are you alright?" I asked hurriedly.
"I will be alright in a minute," he said.
I waited.
"How do you fare, sister?" he asked presently.
I was somewhat taken aback.
"Well, brother," I responded.
"Do you see Huinlas often?" he asked. His face was troubled.
"Ah. I know what is bothering you. You needn't worry."
"Don't I?"
"Boromir, really! Think of me married! Am I not a bit young and frivolous? As of now, I have neither the care nor the patience for such a situation."
I thought he would laugh. He used to laugh when I talked thus. He used to laugh so often. Long ago and far away those days seem now.
No smile crossed his face, instead a shadow seemed to fall.
"Look at me."
I complied.
He held my gaze a minute or so.
"Do you still not trust me?" I asked gently.
"I have always trusted you."
He sank back into the bed.
"But I have always been one to worry, as well," he muttered.
"You have no need for worry of any sort, my brother."
"At present," he responded.
"No, Boromir. I have told you before I could never think of Huinlas as anything more than a friend. Friendship is great, and I desire nothing which would lessen it, nor anything that would cause it to change from what it is now."
"Will you promise this?"
"I will," I said, now thoroughly perplexed.
A tense silence followed.
I broke it timidly.
"Why does this bother you so?"
"Has Huinlas not told you?"
"No," I said, surprised.
"That is indeed odd."
His gaze turned far away, out the window. The last flicker of light was clinging to the mountain peaks.
"You should ask him of it," he said at last.
I laughed.
"Me? Bring up such a subject? Have you gone mad?"
"No. I am sorry. I did not mean exactly that. Find your answer by asking him a related question."
"Such as?"
"Ask him of himself," he said. "He has much to tell."
"Why cannot you tell me? You appear to know much."
"It is not for me to tell."
"But it is for you to worry? It is for you to trouble your wounded and weary self with questions that have already been answered? Boromir, I--"
"Please do not speak so!" he interrupted.
I was silent.
His face went deadly pale and it seemed as though even the mention of his injury brought back all his pain in a hurry. I did all I could to ease him.
We did not speak again that evening.
I have yet to talk to Huinlas about the matter. I would like to know what all the fuss is about, and why it troubles Boromir so greatly. But, still, I am more anxious about Boromir's health, for he does not improve at a desirable rate. Oh, Arwing! I fear for him.
Silwen