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She didn't want to leave alone, so Wyniel sent for Faramir to accompany her back to her suite. Boromir had advised her to stay in the gardens until bedtime, saying it would keep her calm. So she leaned on the balcony and watched her husband, surrounded by a dozen guards, ride back into Osgiliath.
Finally Faramir arrived and touched her shoulder. Smiling tiredly, Wyniel turned and let Faramir lead her back to the Hall and to bed. He stayed by her side until she fell asleep, talking about the great battles he would one day lead, and how the fame and honor his brother was receiving would someday come to him, as well. Wyniel smiled and nodded, wishing for Faramir the best of everything. He truly was a wonderful brother.
When she awoke, daylight shone strongly into the room and Boromir was by her side, his hand rested on her swollen belly. The baby kicked a couple of times, making Wyniel jump.
Boromir stirred a little, smiled, and raised his head stiffly. His neck had been stitched and covered in ointment. Wyniel tried not to look at it, fearing the sickness that rose from her stomach.
"Good morning." she whispered. But immediately she clenched her teeth, feeling the tightest cramp in her gut. Rolling over and standing on the floor took a great deal of effort, and when she stood she felt a flood on her feet.
"Boromir!" she cried worriedly. "Boromir, get up please!"
"What is it? What's wrong?" he was instantly on his feet and pulling on his tunic.
"The baby's coming." Wyniel stated, holding her belly like she feared it would fall to the floor without her support. Boromir wrapped her own silver cloak around her quickly, then called out the door for one of the serving women. Before any others came, however, Faramir was there in the doorway, helping to support Wyniel on her way to the Houses of Healing.