I don't own LotR
"Hello, Boromir! I'm afraid Wyniel isn't here, she went to hear the Steward's speech!" the woman said happily. She had a pile of cloth in her hands and was stitching up a small hole.
"Thank you, Ma'am!" Boromir panted and raced out the door. He stood on the doorstep for a few seconds, pondering over where to go. It took a few seconds for him to remember Wyniel's words from months before:
"This is my favorite place to sit and think."
So Boromir ran through the ankle-deep snow towards the Anduin, near Osgiliath. He barely saw the soft footprints in the powder, but saw Lorna's pink dress some way off. She was cloak-less and shivering on the bank. Her brown hair stuck to the sides of her face, her cheeks and nose were red with the cold, and she was crying. When she heard him approach she stood up suddenly and tried to rush past him. He grabbed her upper arms and held her in place. She stared violently and with hatred into his eyes while tears ran down her cheeks.
"You lied to me!" she shrieked and wrestled in his arms. He only pulled her tighter.
"Lie? I would never do such a thing!"
"Why didn't you say you were the Steward's son?" Wyniel demanded.
"You never asked!" Boromir insisted, and he wrapped the cloak about her shoulders. Her shivering ceased a little.
"Do you really care about me then? I'm not just some joke, an experiment?" Wyniel pouted.
"If there's anything I've cared for more it's my kin." Boromir replied, and he brushed locks of damp hair out of her face. He let her arms loose and she wiped her cheeks with the sleeves of her dress. "Now we'd better get you home before you freeze." and he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her through the snow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face close to his neck to block out the cold wind.