I don't own LotR
"Don't worry, Boromir, she's fantastic! She once put buttons on the steward's shirt!" Wyniel said as the two threw pebbles over the neighbor's house. Sitting down on the sun-drenched step, Wyniel glanced up at Boromir, just then noticing how tall and fair he had become. A tickling entered her stomach, not altogether unwelcome, and she spoke-
"Why do you come only here for you mending? Living on a level much higher, you should surely seek out a closer one, especially for the early hours you visit here."
Boromir froze, stared away from Wyniel, and cocked his ear to hear more.
"I saw you tear you tunic that time, just before you saw me. I didn't want to say anything then, since I was curious to see where you were going with it, but when you never talked, hardly even looked at me, like you're doing now…I don't know what to think."
Boromir looked at her, crouched and exposed with her doe eyes questioning him. It took him a few seconds to answer.
"You're all I think about, all day, all night, you're even in my dreams. I know it's crazy, what I did, what I'm doing, but I can't help it. I tried to stay away, I know I, we, are too young for this kind of…" he didn't finish, feeling his face redden as Wyniel stood and held his arms in her hands. She looked into his grey eyes with tears in her own.
"Isn't childhood fun?" she smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek, just as Wynduin opened the shop door and stuck her head out.
"Alright, come in, please, it is finished."
So having his cloak mended and his plans exposed, Boromir made clear his feelings on the steps of Hasunder's Linens.
"I want to see you again. If you make me wait I will, but please don't." he smiled, grasping Wyniel's waist.
"Come whenever you want, I'll be waiting."
And with that they parted, but only for a time.