Okay this is as mushy as it gets...
I don't own LotR
Letting his father cool down, Boromir took Wyniel up on her offer of a sleepover. Snuggling next to the fireplace in her tiny bedroom, the couple fit together under a heavy blanket.
"Your father hates me." Wyniel stated. "I don't know how we'll be, I mean, when we're together there."
"Don't worry, he'll be perfectly fine in a few days. He's just never been the same since mother died, it broke his heart."
"That's terrible," Wyniel sympathized. "Just awful."
They sat in silence, staring at the crackling wood in the flames. Then Boromir spoke;
"He is just afraid that I will get hurt like he has."
"I will always be with you, Boromir. Our love can't be separated." Wyniel nestled closer to his chest.
"What love we have!" Boromir exclaimed, and he kissed her forehead.
Unclasping his leather surcoat, Wyniel could feel Boromir's heart pounding. She touched his cheek softly and kissed his lips, pulling the coat off and revealing a thin tunic. This maroon cloth captured Wyniel's attention, especially the detailed golden thread in the shape of an Eagle's wing.
"May I?" Boromir asked as he motioned toward her waistband. Wyniel nodded - she loved his manners. So as Boromir fiddled with the bow at the base of her back, Wyniel unlaced the chest of Boromir's tunic and it slid over his arms and to his waist. Wyniel stood, let her green dress fall, and was left in a thin white under-dress. The rest is clear - a night of passion and heat. The lovers were entangled and blissful until the early morning, when it was time for Wyniel to do her chores.