Together

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: ' Two days past 18 he was waiting for the bus in his army greens, sat down in a booth at a cafe there gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair. He's a little shy so she give him a smile, and he said "Would you mind sittin' down for awhile and talking to me, I'm feeling a little low." she said "I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go." ' - Traveling Soldier, Dixie Chicks, This song reminds of this story... It's so sad!

Yes, Cindy, normaly I'm like that with facts, but lately I've been slacking off, I mean my MS stories are a mess with mistakes, ah, well, what can I do? Don't say it Andrew!

PDAndru: Well, you could do the correct thing and actually do it right.

Never.

PDAndru: Fine, be that way.

I will

Chapter 5

Sweethearts

Boromir did not know what had possessed him to say that.

Then he'd think, 'Do I love her?' and it seemed to be yes, but he could never be sure.

When he had thought about it for a while, he thought about it, and decided to ask Miriel.

The next day while he was helping her, hanging sheets again, he asked her.

"Miriel?"

"Yes Boromir?"

"How do you know if your in love?"

Miriel stopped working on folding the sheet she had been holding.

She shrugged. "I do not know. I have never been in love. But it is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling in the world."

Boromir sighed, then obviously he wasn't in love, becuase he was more confused than anything else.

"Why?" she asked, then she smiled "Do you think you are in love?"

Boromir shrugged.

"Who is it?" she asked

Boromir looked at her, and smiled. "Not telling."

"Fine." she said "Be like a stubborn little boy, I don't care. I shouldn't have expected any more out of a Steward's son."

"It's a secret." said Boromir "If I tell you, you can't tell her. Promise?"

Miriel laughed "You remind me of my brother's little boy he had. Turin, his name was. 'Aunt Miriel! I know a secret, do you want me to tell you? You can't tell anyone else!' " she imitated a little boy's voice.

"Though," she said "I do not think you are going to tell me the secret spot where you find the best worms to play with."

Boromir smiled at that. "No. I do not love a worm."

"That is good. I should think you are a bit to old for worms." She laughed again. "So, are you going to tell me?"

Boromir thought for a second, then whispered something in her ear.

She dropped the sheet she was folding to the ground.

Boromir's eyes got wide "I'm sorry." he muttered

"No," she said "I'm just surprised. I didn't think people like you were allowed to do that."

"What?" he asked "Fall in love?"

"No," she said "Fall in love with people below you."

Boromir shrugged "It's not supposed to happen."

"I don't want you to get in trouble." she said

"You won't." Boromir assured her.

She smiled wryly. "Of course I won't. Whispers wherever I go. Moreso than usual. She said."

"Do you mind the whispers." asked Boromir

"No." she said "Though I am tempted to turn and demand what they are whispering about."

Boromir laughed. "Would you, though," he said "Would you be my sweetheart."

She smiled "I would love to."

Boromir suddenly had a mishievious grin on his face. "Come on." He said, taking her hand.

"Where are we going?" she asked laughing.

"You'll see." he said

He took her to the Houses of Healing, and all the Healers, mostly women, were gathered chattering.

They stared when they saw him.

"Hello." he said cordialy. "May I introduce you to Miriel, my sweetheart, and now if you have whispers of any sort, they are to be cleared with me or Miriel before they leave of your mouth into the ears of another. Is that clear?"

Everybody nodded their head.

"Good." he said

Miriel was blushing red, when they left, but she was laughing and smiling.

"Why did you do that?" she asked

"I thought we should tell them instead of having them making up stories."

"Thank you."

"Your very welcome."

"Now," she said "Do we tell my father or your's first?"

Boromir took a deep breath.

This love thing was harder than would have thought.

'So they went down and they sat on the pier. He said " I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care, I got no one to send a letter to, would you mind if I sent one back home to you?

I cried, Never gonna hold the hand of another guy,Too young for him they told her, Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier, Our love will never end, Waitin' for the soldier to come back again, Never more to be alone when the letter said

The soldier's coming home. '

-Travelin Soldier, Dixie Chicks.