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But as it turned out Boromir never saw Wyniel off.
February and then March rolled by, while Wyniel's trip was always growing larger and foreboding on her mind. When April 5th came, she awoke feeling empty. She ate breakfast in silence, and saddled up her horse without saying a word to her mother. In fact, hardly and words were exchanged in the Hasunder's household since early January.
Tobrecan was to be Wyniel's guide. They departed around 9 in the morning, and a thin mist lay about the plain.
"Is something the matter, lady?" Tobrecan, asked kindly. Wyniel shrugged as she looked over her shoulder at the city. "Leaving home is hard sometimes for me as well." Tobrecan said and laughed. "There is a song I sing to remind me of home though." And he broke off into song. His golden hair flowed as he sung about the many stables and pastures of his home, Edoras. Wyniel would have joined, but Boromir's absence irked her and sunk what would have been happiness in her heart.