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"Mother expects me back." Wyniel whispered, not wanting to leave.
"Will we meet again soon?" Boromir queried as he held her waist between his strong hands. Wyniel's own hands were rested on Boromir's shoulders, and she looked into his eyes.
"A guard of the city has no time for petty peasant women, now does he?" Wyniel teased.
"This guard does."
Wyniel rested her head on his chest.
"Wyniel." Boromir began.
"Yes?"
"I wish for you to be my wife."
Wyniel was surprised.
"Will you marry me?" Boromir asked again. He seemed hurt that Wyniel didn't reply. "Marry me, if you will. I love you, and you love me, so let's marry!"
"Well," Wyniel stammered.
"You do love me, don't you?" Boromir sounded even more hurt.
"Yes! I love you with all my heart, and if it is what you wish, I will marry you, as long as I have your love and your heart forever!" Wyniel exclaimed in one breath. Boromir seemed pleased, because he lifted Wyniel above his head and laughed and kissed her for several minutes. Then they made wedding plans as Boromir walked her home.