Together
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: FAT TUESDAY! Mardi Gras! Eating a bluberry paczgi as we speak. Yummers!
Thanks for the cream filled one Forsyth ;) Ah yes, welcome new readers! If you haven't read any of my other stories, that's okay, just keep reading! And of course, I'm sorry if you don't get the inside jokes, like the one above bout good ol' Dora. Only Trisher (my friend) will get it. Good ol' Dora...
As Pinapple would say : Don't want to be a docotor, I want to be a Sports Writer!
LoL, keep on dreaming. Ah ,yes, this is NOT a Mary Sue, I do not like Boromir. Nor is this Trisher. This is an actual story. Not true of course, but you get it.
Chapter 2
Meeting Part 2
Boromir entered the Houses of Healing, looking for the maiden he had rescued the day before.
Miriel, rounded the corner, as soon as she did, she saw Boromir, and ducked back around it.
Her ankle hadn't been sprained, or broken, Miriel wasn't much into the art of healing, so whatever the healers did, she let them do. She ran errands for them, and was currently supposed to take these clean cloths to another Healer, but she couldn't. Not when HE was out there.
Boromir saw her walk out, then duck back.
'She doesn't want to see me.' he thought sadly.
'He doesn't want to see me.' she thought 'No, he's most likely here to see some one else, so I won't make him run into me.' Regaining confidence, she walked out, and breezed passed him.
"Wait" he called.
She turned around to face him. "Yes" she said
"Um" Boromir started "Do, do you remember me" he asked
Miriel smiled, he was either stupid or nervous. "Yes, I believe you saved me." she said 'Why would he be nervous?' she thought.
"Yes, can I ask you a question"
Miriel shrugged.
"Can I ask your name"
Miriel smiled "Miriel." she said
"My name is Boromir." he said
Miriel giggled "I know. You are the Steward's son." she said
'Stupid me.' though Boromir, 'of course she knows me. Why am I so stupid?'
"Can I help you" asked Boromir, taking her basket.
'Well,' she thought 'He is charming, if nothing else.' "Thank you." she said "I'll show you were to put them."
And she led him into the Healer's room, where he set it down.
There was an awkard moment, neither of them knowing what to do.
Finally Boromir spoke "How are you feeling" he said
"Fine." she said simply "Much better, thanks to you."
Boromir's eyebrows rose up.
"I mean" she stuttered "Becuase of you helping me here."
"Of course." said Boromir "Of course.", Boromir had never felt so nervous before. He was sure he looked even more nervous than he felt.
Miriel looked at Boromir, he looked figety, as if he wanted to be someplace else. 'You fool.' she thought ' He's the Steward's son! He's has better things to do than converse with a maid like me!'
"Well, I better leave you to your duties, My lord." she said, bowing her head, then she rushed out of her room.
Boromir didn't know what do do. But that name stuck with him. Miriel.
LATER
Boromir didn't eat much for dinner, and Denethor noticed.
Afterwards, Denethor asked his servants to leave, he wanted to be alone with his son.
"What is wrong Boromir" Denethore asked
Boromir's head jerked up, he wasn't expecting this question, nor was he prepared for it.
"Nothing." he said "Nothing at all." he tried to sound convincing, but it sounded fake even to himself.
Denethor looked at his son. "Do not lie to me Boromir. I know what you have been doing."
Boromir sat up stiffly.
"You have visiting a young maid in the Houses of Healing." said Denethor quietly. "Is that true, or is my information false" Denethor leaned forward toward his son.
Boromir mummbled underneath his breath.
"Excuse me" asked Denethor.
"True." muttered Boromir
Denethor actually smiled, and leaned back in his chair. "If I knew you were intrested in marrying, I would have began looking sooner." he said
"What" asked Boromir
"Yes" said Denethor "There are many ladies of Dol Amroth, Rohan, and even in Gondor, that are high and noble, and would be willing to take your hand."
"What" asked Boromir again, he didn't seem to be hearing his father correctly. Did he just say that he wanted me to marry someone?
"Yes" said Denethor "You should be married. There is a particular young lady in Dol Amroth, not your cousin Lothiriel, but another. Yes, that would work out." said Denethor, almost to himself.
"From Dol Amroth" said Boromir, still dazed at the prospect marriage.
"Yes, Dol Amroth" said Denethore "Where your mother was from."
"She would come here to Gondor" questioned Boromir
"Yes" said Denethor, thinking Boromir had gone stupid "Certainly you would like a high lady of Dol Amroth, rather than a scullery maid." he said
"Why" questioned Boromir "So she could die, like my mother did? No, I would not do that." and with that, he walked out.
" I KNOW A DIRTY SECRET" - Chelsea, during Science
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Happy Mardi Gras ya'll!