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Faramir, having remembered his brother's news on the morning upon waking, questioned him some more.
"Come on, bring her up! If you're going to be married, father must know! And besides, she'll be living here in the future, so show her around!" he insisted.
Having nothing planned for the afternoon, and being anxious to see her anyhow, Boromir gave in to his brother's persistence and they set out together down the street.
At the fourth level the two groups met. Wyniel and Winmund had stepped into the sun to see the noble brothers looking vulnerable and timid. At full sprint Wyniel jumped and circled her arms around Boromir's neck, kissing his entire face until she let go. Faramir laughed and stood beside Winmund, whose hand he politely shook.
"Where have you been?" Wyniel demanded. She held onto his neck and they smiled at each other until their company snickered.
"Dreaming of you, of course." Boromir replied. "How do you feel about meeting my father?"
"Now?" Wyniel exclaimed. "I haven't got my best on!"
"You look fine, believe me." Boromir smiled warmly. Wyniel blushed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Umm, well," she glanced over at Winmund, who gave no advice whatsoever, and at Faramir, who smiled shyly. "What do you think?" she asked the young boy.
Faramir smiled and nodded his head vigorously, his face reddening.
"Very well, then." Wyniel said, smoothing her deep green dress. She exhaled loudly and hooked her arm through Boromir's. "Let's go."