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"There you are! It's been quite a long time! Come! We have a lot of work to do!" Wynduin said to her daughter. Boromir exited the shop with Wyniel at his side.
"Good-bye then." Wyniel sadly said to Boromir. He grasped both her hands in his and pulled her close.
"Will it be good-bye for long?" he whispered in her ear.
"No, not for long." she whispered back. They smiled, and Boromir kissed her cheek softly. They parted and Boromir headed back towards the Steward's hall, turning back to see Wyniel standing on the door step of her house. She smiled softly and waved.
Many weeks passed until Boromir exited the hall again. Denethor was angry with Boromir's recent "neglect" of his schoolwork, so he kept his son on a tight leash - Mornings for exercise, afternoons for study.
Boromir's heart ached for Wyniel's company day after day, and eventually it was too much for him. While Denethor retired early one night from a headache, Boromir slipped out of the hall and took off through the very back streets of Minas Tirith towards the Hasunder's backdoor. It wasn't hard to find.
Wyniel was there, chiseling away at a tree stump. When she saw Boromir standing by the stone fence she dropped her work immediately and rushed to him.
"Boromir! Where have you been? I was expecting you weeks ago!" she cried, grasping his hand in hers.
"Forgive me, my lady, I was tied up!" Boromir answered. Wyniel appeared flustered.
"How much longer until we can have time?" Wyniel asked with sad eyes.
"Until father sees that I do well with my work, but I will find a way to escape before then, if you will wait for me!" Boromir rushed through his words.
Wyniel nodded. "Never could another capture my heart as quickly as you have, Boromir. But you must get back to your home, before your father discovers your disappearance." they both stood. "But before you go, take this." Wyniel pulled a red piece of silk cloth out of a pocket in her deep blue dress and thrust it into the hand of Boromir. "Keep it with you always. May it remind you of me." Boromir nodded and placed it gently into his own pocket.
"And for you," Boromir said as he untied his dark cloak, "wrap yourself in this, and feel my warmth whenever you need it," and he pulled the cloak around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. She pulled him close and they stood there for several minutes, then he left the way he came.