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So this part has some action! YAY! Some grisly images here...enjoy!
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Since Wyniel could of course not married Raeden, her prospective suitor, she told him right away. She was overjoyed with his response, which was one of relief. He told her that he was in much the same situation as she, he being in love with the girl who made beds and washed linens in the Hall. So after some careful planning and one large staged fight, King Theoden himself saw that there would be no love in their marriage and excused Wyniel from all obligations concerning matrimony.
The king allowed Wyniel to stay and be his special guest, since he had had little news of Gondor for quite some time.
Ardith, the woman who Raeden loved, became good friends with Wyniel, and they spent their summer days riding on the plains and practicing archery. Wyniel wasn't very good, and hardly improved over her stay, but enjoyed her time, nonetheless. He thoughts were always escaping back to Boromir, however, and her heart ached to return home. So after long good-byes Wyniel set off for Gondor, laden with many gifts of goodwill from both the king and Raeden, but most of all Ardith, who presented Wyniel with several yards of cloth in the deepest greens and purest whites, which Wyniel treasured greatly.
Autumn had brought the slightest chill to the plains, and Wyniel kept Boromir's cloak wrapped around her constantly. The trip home seemed to take less time, and Tobrecan proved to be a wonderful guide.
One morning, though, dark smoke appeared at a distance. Wyniel galloped to the scene, and what she saw was beyond anything she had ever seen before.
When Tobrecan arrived at her side he saw her staring open-mouthed at a flaming pile of black bodies. Spears stuck up out of the mess, and decapitated heads were strung around the ground nearby. Wyniel gagged and almost fell from her horse.
"Looks like orc bodies to me. And burned Rohirrim-style." Tobrecan said as his face grew pale.
"Riders of the Mark way out here? Wouldn't Gondor answer to this close a raid?" Wyniel asked as she covered her mouth with her sleeve.
"Perhaps they were on a far boundary search. Whatever was the trouble we should be going, don't you think?" Tobrecan suggested and mounted his horse.