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Boromir got ready as quick as he could that morning. It had been months since he had spoken to Wyniel last, and he was sure he would see her again today. His father was set to deliver a speech on the state of affairs in the city, and to notify the men to prepare for possible onslaughts concerning orcs of the nearby lands. Gripping the red silk in his large hand (like he had for some time now) he exited the great hall and made his way along with the party of nobles following the Steward.
Already many people had gathered.
The pillars that supported the terrace above were large, and Boromir stood behind one and watched as people of Minas Tirith gathered in the central area of their city. It was a few minutes until he saw Wyniel, and his heart skipped a beat. Never before had he felt like this, and he loved it.
When his father began to talk, he saw that Wyniel was now standing near the front of the crowd. But at that moment he heard his father call his warriors to the porch, so they could receive applause for their defense of the city.. . Boromir knew his father would soon call him, his son, next to him. Denethor had earlier that week permitted Boromir to join a troop of soldiers in their training, and defend the city when need be.
"Thank you all, citizens of Minas Tirith, for joining me on this day. I have something to announce to all gathered here." Denethor motioned for Boromir to join him, "my eldest son, Boromir, has become one of the great soldiers who defend our great city." the audience applauded, but Boromir didn't notice. His gaze was upon the third row, where Wyniel stood wearing a shocked expression.