A/N: Hi!!! Um...reviews...? anyone? Well to the ones who did review, Thankies!...on with the show! (or was it story??)

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" Well we got to be going now," Said Gandalf, looking at Boromir who still had Nimloth in a hug. Gandalf smiled to himself and chuckled slightly. 'Love,' He though. ' It can always change people drastically, for good or for bad... let's hope this turns out quite right...' "Come on, young Boromir." He said, tapping Boromir's legs with his staff.

"Hey! Ouch!" Boromir exclaimed releasing Nimloth from his grasp, to turn around and scowl at Gandalf. Boromir smiled a bit and turned to say good-bye to Nimloth, but, she wasn't there, in fact she had run away besides Legolas, and was now giggling playfully, waving her hand at Boromir.

He noticed a faint blush in her cheeks. He growled and smiled to himself. " Women," he muttered shaking his head. "I'll never understand them." He jumped on his dark horse and joined Gandalf, the King and his company. He turned his head and saw Nimloth. 'I love you,' she mouthed. Boromir could just smile at her sight, as he turned his head again, now concentrating in the road before him.

"Hey, Pip!" Aragorn said, while throwing Pippin something.

Pippin caught it and saw it was... "My elven brooch!" he cried. "I thought I would never see this again! Thanks Strider! What could I ever do to pay you?"

"Your welcome, master hobbit," Aragorn replied. "And, some food would be indeed welcomed."

Pippin smiled heartily. "So, you're hungry."

"Aye, young hobbit," Gimli admitted. " We've been living only on those lembas bread, and I'm dying to taste real food again."

"Well, then," said Merry, "let's eat."

They walked to what seemed to be a store room, full of food of different kind. They sat down while Merry and Pippin went for the food and wine.

"Pwaf! It seems like Saruman ate like royalty!" Gimli stated.

Nimloth smiled. "Yes, so it seems," she agreed. "The food is very good indeed."

Pippin and Merry came back with dishes of meat and jars of wine. They began to eat. Aragorn gulped a piece of meat, while Gimli devoured some chicken. Merry and Pippin, who had already ate, ate again most willingly. Legolas who ate as slowly as he could soon found himself eating in record time. Nimloth was the only one not eating.

"Are you not eating, Nimloth?" Aragorn asked , offering her some beef he was eating.

Nimloth smiled a bit disgusted at the half eaten beef. "I've already ate."

"Oh, but that was a long time ago...bout an hour," Pippin said. "What about luncheon?"

Nimloth laughed. "Hobbits," she muttered. They all laughed, having a time to relax, before what they knew was coming: hard times covered by shadows.

Once they were done eating they decided to go outside and take some fresh air. They sat down and continued to talk. Aragorn took out his pipe and began to smoke. So did Merry , Pippin and Gimli.

Aragorn slowly blew out a small spate of smoke. The wisp ascended zigzagging.

"So, Nimloth," Aragorn said. "How did you managed to get out of Orthanc without any scratch?" he asked.

The hobbits' attention was drew towards her. She hadn't answer when they asked her.

"Well," Nimloth Began, rather nervously. "I do Come from the witch realm of Angmar, that makes me a witch, does it?"

They all remained quiet, thinking of what she had just said.

"So, you are telling me you just cast a spell and flew out?" Gimli asked sceptically.

"Aye," Nimloth grinned.

"Then, it was true when you told me you could change things into other things?" asked Pippin.

"That's correct," Nimloth said. "You didn't believe it?"

"Well, no. I hadn't seen you do any magic ,so..."

"Ah...but you saw me," Nimloth giggled. "Actually Merry and you did."

"Did we?" Both hobbits asked at the same time. Pip loaded the information in his head. "The raven?"

Nimloth laughed slightly. "Yes!" she said. "It was me."

Aragorn laughed. "You do know how to get out of trouble, lady Nimloth," he sated. "You're quite impressive indeed."

Nimloth laughed too. And soon they all found themselves laughing again.

They stopped and remained silent. Suddenly Pippin burst into laughter.

"What is it, Pip?" asked Merry tugging on Pippin's sleeve.

"It's... it's...Nim-Nimloth...hahaha...a-and...Bo-Boromir...HAHAHA!" he said between gasps. "...To-together HAHAHA!"

Merry began laughing too, and they were joined almost immediately by Strider. Legolas and Gimli soon joined in, leaving Nimloth blushing , not taking her eyes off the ground.

"Ah...sorry, Nim, it's just so funny," said merry between gasps. "I hate you man of Gondor!"

"I hate you witch!" said Pippin mimicking Nimloth's and Boromir's relation before they realised their feelings.

"But...but that was before," Nimloth stammered.

"Sorry... I'll stop," said Aragorn but he failed for he started laughing till the point tears were attempting to fall down his grey/blue eyes.

Finally Nimloth gave in, laughing at the thought of how much she hated Boromir before. He had really changed her. she smiled to herself, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by her emotions.

"Is it true then?" asked Legolas, laughter still brightening his eyes up. "You two have feelings for each other." Everyone stopped laughing, waiting to hear the answer out of joke.

Nimloth blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

Gimli took her by her shoulders and shook her energetically and fondly. "Congratulations, lass!" he exclaimed laughing warmly.

"Congratulations!" Aragorn said holding Nimloth in a tight embrace. He felt somehow saddened by this, he had grew quite fond of the girl, he felt as if his own sister was getting married.

Legolas hugged her and so did the hobbits. Nimloth smiled feeling her eyes moist up.

Five hours later or so, Gandalf and the rest came back. The sun was already hiding when Aragorn saw them coming.

Everyone looked exhausted, but no one looked as exhausted and as moody as Boromir did. He sat up in his horse rather lazily, fists clenched, his strong jaw closed and his lips twisted in a sign of disgust and irritation and to wrap it all, the frown upon his fair face and the coldness in his grey eyes. Not even seeing Nimloth again cheered him up. He muttered something that sounded like 'ents...slowpokes...ugh!"

Nimloth stood besides Aragorn, waiting for the company to come back. Seeing Boromir, Nimloth looked up at Aragorn and met his blue eyes. He smiled at her trying to comfort her ,knowing what she thought, for it was in his mind too. Something besides the weariness was bothering Boromir.

"Aragorn?" Nimloth asked, bringing Aragorn's eyes on hers again. "Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

Aragorn looked at her. His eyes full of emptiness, blank from any thoughts. Was Boromir mad at Nimloth? Had he found out anything? "I don't know," he replied. It was the truth: he had no idea. "But there's nothing to worry about, Nim," he said after a brief pause. "It's probably nothing... ents can be really tiring.

Nimloth smiled at him. "I guess," she said trying to convince herself. But something didn't seem right. She could not lie to herself. "Thanks, Aragorn."

Aragorn patted her back and smiled at her. They both kept like this for a while, looking and smiling. Somehow it made them escape from reality.

Boromir was near. He could see his beloved by Aragorn. Aragorn...Gondor's king. During their search for Nimloth and the hobbits, when he had lost all hopes, when he attempted to despair, Aragorn was there, supporting him, listening to him whenever he felt he was going to explode, whenever his impulsive emotions brought out the best of him. During that time, Boromir had accepted he owed Aragorn his allegiance. Not only because he was heir to Gondor's thrown in all rights, but also because of him. He was his leader, his friend, his brother.

But through all this brotherly love for Aragorn Boromir couldn't help but see his father's ruin. 'Gondor needs no king.' His thoughts betrayed him. Did Gondor need a king? A mixture of feelings grew inside him. 'Gondor is falling, they tell me there is still hope left, but I insist: I can't see any...' Boromir mused himself. 'And that ring! If only they would allow Gondor to use it! We could destroy the enemy!' he quickly drove those thoughts out of his head. He was almost killed by them once, he could not risk to that again, not now he had everything he wanted : that was Nimloth. He had come to the conclusion that Nimloth was all he needed to be happy and live. 'That, and see Gondor restored and shinning in glory again.' His thoughts once again contradicted.

Trying to stop this, he decided to occupy his head in something else... Nimloth. Eru!, was she beautiful. He loved her, but it had not always been like this. He chuckled at this, he hated her so much before. He remembered that fight at Lorien.

(Flashback)

"I hope you die!"

"I hope you die first!

(End of Flashback )

This memory had both stunned and terrified him. What a cruel irony! Luckily non of them had died, not yet at least. He almost died once, but Aragorn saved him. That was another reason to admire him. He clutched his left shoulder, it still hurt. Remembering that episode only brought

him pain. Remembering how Nimloth was taken away from him made him feel guilty. He wasn't able to protect her then, but that wouldn't happen again. Although he knew Nimloth could take care of herself perfectly fine, he wasn't going to take the chance of something happening to her. he was going to protect her whatever happened, he promised himself he wouldn't allow her to expose herself to any danger, even if that meant being away from her for a little while. If being near him or the fellowship implied danger, then he would send her away to Gondor. Her journey ended there anyway. Once there he would make her his wife and protect her forever, nothing would ever happen to her. (a/n: Awwww! ...the man's in love! Aww...)

Boromir's mind remained blank for a while, before his mind drifted once more to thoughts of the Ring. 'Why?! Why can't I stop this?!' he thought. 'It'll only bring Gondor's doom, it is as everyone said, I know... but for some reason I can't stop thinking of that damned ring!'

He kept thinking of the ring unconsciously, until a voice brought him back from his deep thoughts.

"What are you thinking, young Boromir?" It was Gandalf, who had slow down so his horse was now walking side by side with Boromir's.

Boromir smiled at him. "Nothing," he lied.

"No, no..." Gandalf said as he brought his wooden pipe to his lips. "I can see something is troubling you, now tell me, what is your mind up to."

Boromir's grey eyes were cast to the ground. If he told the wizard the truth, he would be ashamed and told off by the old man. But he needed to get this out. "It's..." Boromir sighed, "... the ring," he whispered.

Gandalf smiled warmly. He of course knew this, though he never told Boromir or anybody else he knew. "I see..." he said. "It is understandable."

"It is?" Boromir asked, surprised by the wizard's answer.

"Yes, the ring has that effect on people," he explained. "Don't worry the strong minded won't be so easily corrupted and I believe you have changed to make your mind stronger. Make sure you take your thoughts off the ring and use them in something else."

"I will, thank you," Boromir said with a smile.

Nimloth stood besides Aragorn. Boromir was very near. She could see his fair face almost as if she was standing in front of him. He looked at her and smiled. This gave Nimloth's heart hopes. She smiled at him. Suddenly she felt some strange sensation, like something was hanging from her neck, as if it was too heavy for her neck to resist. She touched her neck frantically. What was it? Was it...

The gem. She had almost forgotten about it. Saruman didn't took it away from her but why? She looked at it. There it was, as beautiful and haunting as ever, a black diamond resting upon her neck. Eru, it was really heavy. She took it off a while placing it in her palm. She looked at her exposed neck, it had a small marking: a little circle...or at least it looked like one. It was where the gem had been before. Now that was strange, a gem wouldn't do that, would it? But again, it belonged to the witch king's ring of power, it should have it's side effects. It didn't made you invisible, for it was only a fragment, but it burned the skin of mortals...or so would it seem. Was it that of mortals or only the of the ones having magic flowing through their veins? She couldn't know.

She suddenly felt as if she was being observed. She raised her eyes and met Aragorn's once more. He looked at her worried. But she smiled at him.

Aragorn pointed at the little marking, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Nimloth shrugged. "I guess, it is my curse on having this gem...it isn't as bad as it looks."

"Tira ten' rashwe, Nimloth, tira ten' rashwe "Be careful, Nimloth, be careful," he said, only for her to hear for Boromir was near and he didn't want to upset him.

Nimloth smiled. "Amin Uma I will," she said.

Finally the king and Company was there. And so was Boromir. He didn't look as tired and as moody as before, luckily. It seemed he had cleared out his thoughts, that conversation with Gandalf, although short not to mention vague, had been enough to give him hopes.

Boromir leaped of his horse, stretching his arms and legs. It felt very good. After the hours of riding and the council with the ents his strong, well toned limbs were almost numb. He walked to where Aragorn and Nimloth were standing. Boromir looked at Aragorn and smiled. He smiled back. Boromir raised his brow and directed his eyes to one sweet blonde witch standing next to his friend Aragorn.

Aragorn looked at Nimloth. "Ohh..." he mouthed . He cleared his throat uncomfortably , smiled at Nimloth and began making his way towards the others.

Nimloth was wondering why had Aragorn left so quickly and without saying a word, when suddenly she felt Boromir's hand on her shoulder, and his grey eyes on her. Then she knew why.

Boromir leaned forward to kiss her. Soon Nimloth felt his warm lips on hers. She eagerly returned the so wonderful kiss. Their wind chapped lips seemed to fit perfectly together.

Finally , after what seemed an eternity, they parted to look into each other's eyes. Nimloth smiled at Boromir, diving in the endless pools of grey.

"'Quel Andune, Melamin, (good evening my love.)" Nimloth said.

Boromir looked confused. "Yes, yes, that to you too, my lady." He blowed a kiss to her hand.

Nimloth smiled. She couldn't believe that after so long, after going through much toil and weariness she finally was with the man she loved. She hugged him, holding for dear life.

"What's wrong?" Boromir asked, confused by this sudden and desperate sign of affection. When he heard Nimloth's muffled sobs he began to worry. " Nimloth?"

Boromir pushed her away softly and gazed upon her tear-stained face. He reached up his thumb to whip a tear. "What is it? "

"Ohh, It's... It's nothing, just stupidities one thinks," she confessed between sobs.

Boromir couldn't help but smile at her attempt to be though. He held her close to him again.

"I missed you too," he whispered to her ear. She sobbed. "And I'm glad to have finally found you. " Another sob. "Nothing's going to happen to you now, Nim, I promise, everything is going to be just fine. I love you, Nimloth Tindomul, I love you a million times my life and more. "

Nimloth kissed him. " I love you too , Boromir son of Denethor, future steward of Gondor."

A/n : Awww...wasn't this cute? I'm still new at romance though, so if it lacks of mushiness please forgive me. Please, please REVIEW!! Please, I'll give you an Aragorn or Legolas or Boromir or Pippin plushy!! Thanks, 4 reading this muahs to everyone!