I grew from a foreknowledge of our destiny, to a pure love of Boromir. He told me of dreams he to had experienced, of a strange women who he now knew was me, and I told him of my dreams.

One day, as we were making camp, he came up and pulled me away from where Sam and I were having a heated debate as to how potatoes should be cooked—fried, baked, mashed, or boiled.

"Tessa," he said in his soft, shy, quiet tone that I loved to hear him speak in—it usually accompanied his blushing and nervous shuffling of feet—, "I know we just met a few weeks ago, but…I feel something different with us. It just feels…right."

"Um" he mumbled bashfully. I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine. He looked up at me and smiled gratefully. He gripped my hand slightly, then relaxed his hold. The next thing I knew, he had pried me fingers opened and placed a cool object into them, and then fold my hand back up.

I looked down in surprise at my hand. I opened it to discover a beautiful star pendant hanging by a delicate silver chain. It was a six-pointed star, with beautiful jewels set into each tip. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Boromir, I…"

He shook his head and put a finger to my lips. "No," he said in a soothing tone. "This," he said, blushing furiously now, he blinked rapidly and looked down at my hand before continuing, "uh, this is the necklace my, uh, my father gave my mother on their wedding day. Uh, when she died, he gave it to me. I'd like…uh…Tessa…if you would wear it…Tessa," he dropped to his knees, holding my hand in his, "will you marry me?"

I stared at him in shock. I hadn't seen that coming. Not so soon. I mean, we'd just met, and even though we'd been dreaming of each other for so long that we both felt as if we knew each other, we couldn't escape the fact we were from different worlds and had only met each other till a bit less than a month ago.

How could I say no to him? I loved him, I knew that. This was my destiny. We were meant to be together. Yet, I didn't belong here. What if I left, just as I had come—what then? Why was I even here? All these thoughts flitted through my mind in those ensuing seconds. What was I supposed to say? 'Yes? I'll marry you?' But how could I do something like that, for someone I had just met?

My entire future lay in one word. Dare I say it? "Yes," I murmured.

He looked up at me, hope shining in his eyes. "What?" he said softly.

I smiled, "Yes. I'd be honored to wear this necklace, as evidence of the love I shall hold for you forever. I'd love to marry you."

A smile broke across his face, and he bent down and kissed me. An icy thrill rushed through me. This was how it was meant to be. I wasn't sure how, or why, but this was supposed to happen, this way.

Neither Boromir nor I wanted to wait till we reached civilization, and have a proper ceremony. And of course, it wasn't like that was going to happen anyways. In my mind, a 'proper ceremony' was with a minister and a church and a cathedral train. But know one even knew what I meant when I mentioned any of those words.

So I was pleased to learn that in Middle Earth, all that was needed to wed someone was an exchanging of statements of love, and at least two witnesses. So on the banks of the Anduin River, Legolas joined us together in the bonds of matrimony, one late afternoon.