Hmm recently some have requested longer chapters...I would have thought that shorter ones would be easier to sit through :) Oh well, I may combine quite a few, but shortly several will be quite brief...for effect! You'll see what I mean in a little bit...:)
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Nine months along, Wyniel was expecting the baby to be born at any time. Unfortunately, Osgiliath had recently been threatened, and Boromir was sent out to suppress the enemy. Although walking much made her ankles swell, Wyniel insisted that she watch the battle from the White Tower. Faramir helped her up the many stairs and they stood holding hands in nervousness.
"I'm sure he'll be okay." Faramir told her, although he really wasn't sure.
"I have faith in him, but there is always that little bit of doubt that stays within me." Wyniel expressed. Her face showed her anticipation and worry.
Most of the time they were silent, hearing the distant cries and barely audible clang of metal upon metal, but finally, once the cries had subsided, they could see many lines of horsemen ride back to Minas Tirith, those carrying the wounded. The foot soldiers could hardly be seen, but their silver armor glinted in the fading sunlight. They climbed the high places of the city and raised their swords in victory. Throughout the city below Wyniel and Faramir, people from the walls cheered and spread the news - Osgiliath was free of evil once again.
The two on the tower smiled and hugged, but they still had fears to put to rest. So Wyniel went as fast as she dared, and Faramir helped her as best he could, and eventually they had joined the crowd headed for the first gate.