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The next day they met was in the middle of summer, and Boromir was awake well before dawn, preparing for his day. He spoke none of it to Faramir, but the boy would be busy with schoolwork for a better portion of the day anyway. As for Boromir's schoolwork, he had already completed it, and received permission from his father to journey into the city again. It was near 9 in the morning when he set out from the hall, and arrived early at the Hasunder's doorstep. To his surprise there sat Wynduin, who looked very cold and appeared to be in failing health.
"Hello, young fellow." The woman said in her old yet clear voice. "Are you looking for Wyniel? She is upstairs, I will fetch her, if you wish." and the lady stood, leading Boromir inside. After a few minutes a confounded Wynduin descended and proclaimed "For the life of me I could have sworn she was up there." With perfect timing, however, Wyniel burst through the front door, red of face and panting.
"Ahh!" she cried in hysterical joy. "Okay, okay, mercy, Winmund, mercy!" Laughing, she looked up to see her unexpected visitor, standing awkwardly in shy civility
"Boromir!" the flushed Wyniel exclaimed, wrapped her arms around his neck in greeting. "What a wonderful surprise!"
Behind Wyniel entered Winmund, a childhood friend and neighbor. His face was fair and soft while his body was that of a man's, with broad shoulders and hard hands. He was a gifted archer and dreamed of joining the Rangers. He already wore a green cape about his shoulders, which he flung back as he bowed to Boromir.
"My name is Winmund, sir."
"Boromir," he replied, and bowed in the same way.
"Well, Winmund, we are still planning on tomorrow, are we not?" Wyniel asked, still smiling and standing between the two young men.
"I shall be ready at dawn." he replied, and exited promptly.
"Forgive me, Boromir, I did not know that you were coming today. Those plans are for archery lessons, you needn't be worried. Winmund is only a childhood friend, and my closest confidante. My romantic thoughts are saved for you." what that she winked and grasped Boromir's upper arm, gently pulling him to the step. "Shall we go then?" she asked, and Boromir nodded.
"Good-bye, mother!" Wyniel called after she had exited the shop.