Well, that's over.
Now to the next chapter.
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Chapter 2
Twenty years later, the three children of the Stewards were all grown up. Boromir, at thirty, was one of the best captains of Gondor, and Faramir was right behind him, his archery being unmatched. Well, except by one. Niniel had beaten not only her brothers in deeds of war, but everybody in their companies, to the point that in competitions she was her brothers secret weapon.
But her father was loath to grant her the freedom to fight alongside her brothers in the impending war. He hated the fact that a girl had beaten out his sons, in that sense, he felt that they should have only been beaten out by each other.
So Niniel was shut up in her chamber, only coming out only to see her family, or when her tutors came to teach her things like sewing and diplomacy. Many a lecture she had gotten from her father for storming out of the study.
But when the time came for the weekend, all she would do was hang out with her brothers in Osgiliath, watching for the orcs. Sometimes they came, and they would fight them, sometimes when the odds were three against twenty.
One day, the three Steward heirs were at Osgiliath with their father, listening to Boromir make the speech that every general made when their company wins a city back.
"This city has been reclaimed for Gondor!"
"FOR GONDOR!"
After a good deal of this, Niniel met up with her brothers, drinking what looked like ale.
"Hey, guys..."Niniel said, seeing their father.
"What?"Boromir said
"He's here."Faramir finished
"One moment of peace can he not give us that." Boromir said as they waited for the imminent doom that was Denethor.
"Where is Gondor's finest? Where is my first born?" Denethor said, totally ignoring Faramir and Niniel altogether.
"I do not like that man." Niniel said quietly.
"Come on , he's your father." Faramir answered.
"Yeah, the man who blames me for the death of our mother? The man who puts both of us down every chance he can salvage? The man who hates the fact that the people probably like you better and you could take the Steward ship, and Boromir agrees?"Niniel said, testing his limit.
"I hate that guy."Faramir replied.
"Thank you."
"My place is here with my people , not in Rivendell!"
"Uh-oh." Faramir said.
"Would you deny your own father?"
"If there is need to go to Rivendell, send Faramir in his stead." Niniel said. Boromir was looking at her in a way that said, thank you sooo much.
"Oh I see, the twins want to show their quality. The second born and the girl who wants to prove herself. No, I trust this mission only to your brother, the one who will not fail me."
Twenty minutes later, Boromir was ready to go, shield in hand.
"Remember today, little brother. Tell your sister I said goodbye."
"I will, when I see her."
Boromir left the city. He had been riding not five minutes when he heard another horse.
"Wait!"
He turned around. Niniel was riding toward him, at almost breakneck speed.
"I'm coming with you and there's no way you can stop me."
"WHAT!"Boromir was livid.
"Faramir knows and helped me get out of here unseen, and Father won't know till I'm long gone.
I'm coming with ya, and there's no way you can stop me."
Boromir looked at her, black hair tied up to conceal her identity, green eyes shining with a fire he hadn't seen in her in years.
"Alright. To Rivendell."