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On January 15th Wyniel didn't have to wait long for Boromir to arrive, being guided the way by Winmund. The sun was high and bright in the sky when Boromir took Wyniel atop the white tower, the Steward's Tower. It was strangely warm for winter.
"Have you something to tell me?" Boromir asked. His arm was wrapped around Wyniel's waist, and both gazed at the plains that stretched far below the city.
"Indeed I do." Wyniel turned to face him. She hesitated for a few minutes, then spoke: "Mother intends to send me to Rohan in search of a husband! Don't let me go! Don't let her send me! Please, Boromir, don't let me go!" she buried her face in his strong chest and wept. He ran his fingers through her hair, deep in thought. It was some time before he spoke. "Wyniel, believe me when I say this." he paused. Wyniel looked up into his eyes and backed a few feet away from him.
"You sound like you're about to deliver bad news." She looked crushed.
"It may be unfortunate, but I have to say it. I think you should go to Rohan, and meet with your possible suitor." Wyniel's lips quivered and her tears began to stream once more. "But if you feel as I do, you'd know that he is no way a possible suitor, for our love will not falter, even over many miles." Boromir tried to comfort her, but she backed away from him even more.
Boromir gave it one more try. Wyniel only shook her head.
"There is no love! If there was you wouldn't let me go!" Wyniel cried, and she turned to look at the city below the tower. "No love." She repeated to herself. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her own waist, but Boromir slid his own from behind her, and held her shaking hands. "I do love you." He whispered lightly in her ear. She stopped shaking slightly and turned to face Boromir.
"Then why encourage me to go, instead of begging me to stay?" she questioned.
"Because once your mother realizes that you absolutely do not love the man in Rohan, she'll let you come back, and then we can be together!" Boromir stated, smiling warmly. Wyniel smiled too, realizing that Boromir had unwillingly given her a plan.
"Or perhaps he won't love me!" Wyniel exclaimed, now smiling happily. "I could be as rude and obnoxious as I can, and he will send me back!"
Boromir laughed. "That won't be hard!" he joked. Wyniel playfully punched his shoulder and hugged him tight.
The sun began to sink, and they spent two more hours just talking. Boromir prattled about weapons, and the security of the city, and how he was sure he would soon make Captain. Wyniel only smiled and nodded, savoring every minute with Boromir until she left for Rohan.