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A huge feast was held on all levels of the city, and to each Wyniel and Boromir brought their baby boy. It took place a week after the birth, and Ecthelion slept the entire time. Boromir was gleaming in his polished armor and Wyniel glowed in her motherhood. Such a well-behaved baby nobody had ever seen, and all agreed that he would bring just as much honor to his name as the previous Ecthelion.
By the time they had retired to the Hall, Wyniel was exhausted. She shed her silver mantle and stepped out of the maroon dress after Ecthelion was safe in his crib. Boromir took her in his arms and laid her on the bed, kissing her neck. She smiled but pushed him playfully away, begging for rest.
"I'm tired as well." Boromir told her. "The new recruits have to be assigned armor tomorrow, anyway, and I must be there."
That night, however, Wyniel tossed in dreams. She walked the entire length of the suite, from the balcony to the baby's crib, seemingly in slow motion. The curtained sunlight made it possible to see the dust in the air, and Wyniel parted this cloud in search of her child. She was in haste, yet feared what the crib held. A few feet away, she recognized something that was not quite the shape of her baby; it was pointed in places and longer in other spots. Drawing back the veil over the crib she screamed. A searing pain shot into her heart as she saw the child; stuck like a pincushion with an arrow in its chest.
She was still screaming when she woke up. Boromir, who had had his arm around her, jumped out of bed and pulled a candle close.
"What is it?" he asked. His face was twisted with worry and his eyes gleamed with weariness.
Wyniel, panting, threw the covers from her and rushed to the baby's side. He was crying, prying at the blanket over his legs.
"Oh!" she gasped, relieved that her baby still looked like himself. She pulled him to her breast and turned to see her husband rush to her side. "It was just a dream."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Boromir asked, rubbing her arm.
Wyniel nodded. "Yes, I'll be fine, just go back to bed."
Boromir hesitated, but obeyed his wife. His sleep was restless, though, in worry, and he kept glancing across the room to his wife, who held their child to her chest for dear life. She stayed like this for the rest of the night.