I don't own LotR
Boromir woke later than he had intended on April 5th. The sun was already high above the city, and inquiring the house cook he learned it was already 9 or so. Fearing Wyniel had already departed, Boromir dressed in a dirty tunic and raced out of the Steward's hall without even the lightest cloak. He dashed madly to the Hasunder's, only to find the house empty.
"Where would they be?" Boromir asked himself as he stepped outside. Just then Winmund ran up to him.
"Come! Wyniel wishes to see you!" Winmund gasped and grabbed Boromir's wrist.
Together they ran to the last gate of the city, only to meet Wynduin while she entered.
"Has she left?" Boromir asked.
"I'm afraid so. But she'll be happier where she's going." Wynduin replied and brushed past Boromir.
The two men just stood at the gate looking at each other for a few minutes, unable to speak. Finally Winmund broke the silence.
"So she's gone then."
"Yeah." Was all Boromir could say. He stood staring at the dirt by Winmund's shoes until he ran out of the gate. In the far distance he could see among the golden plains two small figures on horseback, galloping into the distance. Tears came to his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Wyniel!" he screamed into the wind. He was surprised when he thought he heard "Farewell, Boromir! Don't forget me!" and then she was gone.