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"Who approaches?" came a voice from the city wall. A silver helm appeared, and Tobrecan answered:
"I am Tobrecan, friend of Gondorians, and escort of Lady Wyniel of the Hasunder home. Open the gate and let weary travelers through!"
The gate the opened and Wyniel returned to her city. Just as she entered she was greeted by her mother (in tears) and Winmund, holding a bouquet of wildflowers.
"Welcome back!" Winmund shouted and, dropping the flowers, he helped Wyniel dismount. Sobbing with joy, Wyniel wrapped her arms around Winmund and kissed both of his cheeks. Her mother then approached. Wyniel noticed that she limped a little, and had grown many more gray hairs in the past months.
"Wyniel, my daughter. You found the man of Rohan to be unfit? I suppose I am losing my touch." Wynduin said quietly.
"If it was not for our own loves, Raedan and I would quite surely be married now." Wyniel reassured her, and they hugged.
"Come then, let's go home." Wynduin said. Wyniel saw a nearby shrub rustle, but there was no wind that day.
"Just a moment." She answered and walked cautiously to the shrub. When she was within three feet or so a tall man dressed all in black and silver stood up from behind the shrub.
"Lothwyniel Hasunder?" he queried. Wyniel nodded, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Could you spare a minute? I am in need of a few words."
"Well, I should be getting back home, see, I just arrived from a long journey and I am quite weary."
"Yes, yes, well, perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Beregond, and I was sent by Master Boromir, son of the Steward Denethor." Lorna stood silent for a few minutes, then called back to her mother that she would be late returning home. Then she followed Beregond behind the guard's tower. What she saw there she would never forget. Boromir paced back and forth under the shadow of the tower, dressed in silver and black, adorned in silver weapons. He appeared to be taller and older, a man, different from when Wyniel had last seen him.
"Wyniel." Boromir began. Beregond disappeared, and the two were left alone.
"Boromir!" Wyniel exclaimed, and ran to him. Boromir grabbed her waist and lifted her to his eye level. Grabbing the sides of Boromir's face, Wyniel spoke:
"Long have I yearned for your company! It seemed a lifetime I was away."
"My lady, it was a lifetime, and without you it seemed longer than eternity!" Boromir responded and they kissed. He then set her down and they stood together, embraced, until Boromir spoke again.
"You have not married then?" he seemed shy and timid as he asked the question.
Wyniel smiled "No, both of our hearts were already stolen."
"Good, so you will stay in the city now?" Boromir asked.
"It is my only wish." Wyniel replied. "And mine as well. There was no sun as long as you were away."
Wyniel smiled and kissed Boromir, and they both walked lazily around the small courtyard behind the guard's tower until nearly nightfall.