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The wind blew harder outside the Steward's Hall, and Wyniel could feel her guts sinking farther and farther with each step. Boromir appeared to be just as scared as she felt, so she gripped his arm a little tighter. With this he walked taller and picked his chin up, smiling.
"This must be better than winning a battle." Boromir thought. "Still, that would be pretty nice."
They mounted the steps in regal fashion, feeling like King and Queen, but that feeling quickly disappeared when they entered the dark Hall. Denethor slouched in his stone chair, almost dozing, but quickly looked up when the four entered.
"Boromir, who do you bring?" he growled.
"Father, this is Lothwyniel Hasunder." Boromir seemed humbled in front of his father. Wyniel stared at the Steward's feet, not daring to gaze into his face.
"What business has she, an unknown girl, in my hall?" Denethor demanded.
"Father," Boromir quietly answered, "she is to be my wife."
"Wife," the Steward barked, "I never heard of this. What trickery have you been planning?"
"None, my lord, it is love."
"Love? Bah!" Denethor laughed mirthlessly. "You are too young to know love."
"Father, I-"
"Boromir! Do not talk back to your father. I will tell you when you are ready to get married, and it certainly is not now!" Denethor was enraged. Boromir's face had grown bright red and his eyes burned with hate. Faramir gently motioned Winmund to the side of the hall, nearly out of sight behind a column of black stone. Wyniel stood before the Steward with her hands clasped in front of her. She watched Boromir, however, who in his rage bent over his father.
"I am a man, a soldier of my own right, and I am in control of my own life. Do not think that if you do not bless this marriage it will not happen. We will be married come spring, and it will only make our living condition easier if you accept that!" Boromir stepped back and stood strait. He put his arm around Wyniel and continued. "What do you say, father?"
Denethor stared at the floor, irate. He bit his fingernails and snarled words barely audible. After a few minutes he looked up, completely oblivious to Wyniel.
"If it is your wish, Boromir," he almost whispered. "Then so be it." and with a half-hearted wave he dismissed the group.
Boromir took Wyniel in his arms and kissed her trembling lips. A great weight had been lifted, and the rest of the afternoon passed quickly and easily.