I don't own LotR
The sun shone through the gaps in Wyniel's one shuttered window. The room glowed pink in the early morning, where the two were laying before the dying embers of the fire.
"Mmm, Boromir?" Wyniel mumbled sleepily. "Wake up." She adjusted under his heavy arm. Boromir only rolled more onto his stomach, but he smiled.
"I don't want to get up, but the day beckons." Wyniel said as she rolled out of Boromir's grasp and stood up. Her dress went back on easily, slightly wrinkled, and her hair was in a knot above her right ear. "Will you be here when I get back? I'll just go to the well."
Boromir mumbled and she took that for a "yes," so running downstairs and grabbing the empty water bucket, Wyniel rushed into the cold morning. Running her fingers quickly through her hair, she smiled and skipped down the road, wondering at her beautiful life.