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Spring couldn't come quick enough for Boromir and Wyniel. The public had been informed and readying - everywhere Wyniel went she was bombarded with congratulations. Ardith and Raedan, already married, would attend the fantastic wedding. In fact, the white cloth that was a gift from Ardith was used to make Wyniel's wedding dress, sewn mostly by Wynduin. Silver lining adorned the dress and made it shone, and the sleeves and neckline glittered with diamonds. Boromir would wear his finest silver outfit trimmed in black - the colors of his city, and flags were flown with pride on the day that the Steward's son was married.
"Ardith, does my hair look alright? How is this necklace?" Wyniel asked. She stood surrounded by about a dozen ladies preparing the dress. Wynduin sat back, watching the proceedings with a great smile, wise and proud. Her health had been failing rapidly, but she had still sewn her daughter's wedding dress and managed to improve one of her own to something as elegant as a noble's.
"Everything is fine, gorgeous, Wyniel, you look perfect!" Ardith raved. Her face was beaming. "I just wish you could have been at my wedding." she sighed.
"I can picture it perfectly," Wyniel replied. "Green grass, flying banners, hundreds of beautiful horses and golden maidens behind a procession of strong men in uniform." She smiled.
"Yes, but this shall be your day." Ardith said, touching Wyniel's face gently. "Beautiful."
Wyniel smiled and hugged her friend. "Is everything ready, then?" she asked. The ladies around her nodded, making last minute adjustments and shines. They backed away and let Wyniel step off the pedestal onto the floor. The white fabric glittered in the sunlight, pure next to the dusty walls and floor. Her mother's hand under one arm and Ardith's under the other, Wyniel exited her small house on the second level of Minas Tirith. To one side was a crowd of people from the first level, and on the other was those of the second, waiting to follow the bride up the streets to the Steward's Hall. The ladies who prepared Wyniel followed directly, then the first levels, second levels, and so on, until all were gathered at the foot of the steps. Boromir waited at the top, proud and fair. Wynduin and Ardith let go of Wyniel and stepped back as Boromir descended to claim his bride. Then, ascending the stone steps, the ceremony proceeded, and in the warm wind and sunshine of spring, the two became one with an entire noble city as witness.