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Chapter 15: Time Passes Part II

Boromir sighed as he looked out over Rivendell. He once again found himself twirling the ring on his finger, a habit he was now doing unconsciously. He had agreed to join a fellowship to destroy the one ring, the ring his father wanted him to bring back. However, part of him knew that no one could wield it, just as those that sat in the council had said. He found it funny that the voice of reason seemed to sound an awful like his wife. Once again, his thoughts were drawn to her. He wondered what she was doing and if she was well.

"You seem lost," a soft voice said from behind him and he startled before he turned and looked at a female elf. She was beautiful, but to him not as beautiful as his wife. Her hair was long and dark and her eyes were similar to Ellethwen's eyes were greyer, and reminded him of the sky as a storm rolled in.

"Not lost, my lady," he said as he fully turned to look at her, "just thinking he finished."

"Of what if you don't mind my asking." Boromir smiled and lowered his hands.

"I do not mind, and of whom should be your question," he said and the female elf smiled. "I think of my wife, that I left only a week after our union." The elf's smile turned sad.

"I am sorry your union was cut so short," she said and Boromir shook his head.

"We knew we would not be together long after our union, and enjoyed every minute we had together." She nodded and walked towards the balcony that he leaned against.

"You must miss her and she you." Boromir sighed. She had no idea how much he missed her.

"I do, and there is no doubt in my mind that she longs for me."

"You will see her again," she said with certainty and Boromir sighed once again. "You doubt it?" He shook his head and looked out over the city.

"I do not know," he said and the elf smiled.

"Don't," was all she said before she walked away leaving him confused and watching after her.

"I see the Evenstar has left you baffled," came an elder and deep voice behind him. He turned and saw Gandalf smiling at him. Boromir chuckled, it seemed as though everyone was stumbling upon him that night.

"Indeed," Boromir said.

"How was Ellethwen when you left her?" the old wizard asked.

"Saddened, but well," he said as he once again leaned against the railing. "I wish I would have brought her with me," he said quietly.

"You wish for her to have made the hard journey, and only to watch you leave her again?" Gandalf asked and Boromir looked to him.

"No, but for her to see this city. I know she has seen nothing grander for she had never been outside Minas Tirith before she traveled to Rohan, and you know as well as I that the White City is not as it once was." Gandalf nodded. "I worry for her."

"Something tells me, she's fine and I do not doubt Theodred or Éomer. They will not let anything happen to her or Théoden's niece." Boromir nodded and sighed once again as he looked out over the city. In a month they would be leaving, and he knew it would be some time before he would see Ellethwen again.

The end of November came and Ellethwen found herself laying awake in her bed. Her stomach had grown considerably and now it was obvious to all that looked at her that she was pregnant. She put her hand on her stomach as she laid on her side. The baby insisted on keeping her up for most of the night and he or she turned and moved about. After a little while she sighed and sat up slowly. She walked over to the small fire and stoked it to spread more warmth through her room. The winter was mild so far and not too cold. Once she was done, she sat down in her chair near the fire and pulled her shawl around her as she sat. Ellethwen turned the ring on her finger and watched the dancing flames.

"Oh, Boromir, I wish you would send word to me, and let me know you are well," she said to the fire. "I wish I knew where you were so I could send word to you, and let you know of our child." She sighed and laid her head against the tall back of the chair and soon she found herself being lulled to sleep by the burning embers.

"Come, let me show you the proper way to handle a sword," Boromir said to Merry and Pippin as they too a break for a quick lunch and rest at the base of the Misty Mountains. Merry ate an apple as they spared, and to Boromir's surprise they could handle the sword. Not with great skill, but with enough. "Two, one, five. Good. Very good," Boromir said with a smile.

"Move your feet!" Aragorn said as encouragement to the hobbits who then began to move about Boromir.

"You look good, Pippin!" Merry said and Pippin beamed as he countered Boromir's light swing.

"Thanks!" Pippin said and Boromir smiled.

"Faster!" Boromir said and he began to quicken his strikes with Pippin. "Come on. Good." As they spared Boromir accidentally nicked Pippin's hand.

"Aah!" Pippin exclaimed dropping his sword and Boromir gasped slightly.

"Sorry!" Boromir said as he lowered his sword. Pippin kicked Boromir in the shin and he winced in pain. "Aah!" Boromir said as he stumbled back.

"Get him!" Merry cried and the two hobbits tackled the much larger man to the ground. Boromir dropped his sword and laughed as he mock fought with the hobbits.

"For the Shire! Hold him! Hold him down! Merry!" Pippin shouted. Boromir counted to laugh as he wrestled with them and he found himself wondering if he were to reunite with Ellethwen, and if they were to ever have children, that he would teach his sons just as he was the hobbits.

"Gentlemen, that's enough," Aragorn said as he stood and put a hand on each hobbit's shoulder only to have them move and pull his feet out from under him and he went crashing to the ground. "Oof!" Aragorn said and the hobbits laughed before they returned to mock fighting with Boromir.

"You've got my arm…you've got my arm," Pippin said, however, soon there fun was cut short by Sam's concern filled question.

"What is that?" Sam asked and the two men and hobbits slowly got to their feet and looked to the South.

"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud," Gimli said but Boromir frowned as he put his hands on Merry and Pippin's shoulders.

"It's moving fast…against the wind," Boromir said and Legolas stiffened.

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas exclaimed.

"Hide!" Aragorn shouted and everyone moved quickly to douse the fire and hide their belongings.

"Hurry!" Boromir shouted as he tucked Merry and Pippin under a section of brush before he tucked himself away and the black mass of birds flew around them. For a second Boromir said a silent prayer that if they were spotted the battle ahead would not claim his life as he did not wish to make Ellethwen a widow so soon.

Ellethwen sat mending a dress that she had burned slightly while stoking the fire in the main hall. It was early morning on January fourteenth and before Theodred left for his patrol near the Westfold, he ordered her to relinquish her duties, as Gelsey told him she was putting strain on the baby from too much activity. With him being away Ellethwen knew she could easily continue her chores, but she wouldn't dare do so under Éowyn's watch. Even though the woman was much younger her temper far surpassed Elelthwen's and if she had to there was little doubt that she would lock Ellethwen away just so she would do nothing.

The sun filtered in through the shutters of the window in her room. It was too chilly to open it but the light that danced on the stone floor made her smile. She put down her sewing and rested her hand and the large round mass that was her stomach and she smiled. Three more months. Three more months and she would be a mother, and wherever he was, Boromir would be a father. Her chamber door opened and she looked up.

"How are you fairing?" Éowyn asked as she came in with tea and portage for two. Ellethwen smiled.

"Fine and you?" she asked as the shield maiden came in and sat the tray on the small table next to Ellethwen chair before she sat down on the rug and picked up a bowl.

"I'm all right," Éowyn said quietly as she handed the bowl to Ellethwen. The pregnant woman sat her sewing down to the side and took the bowl.

"How does the king fair?" she asked as she took a spoon and began to eat. Éowyn sighed and took her own bowl.

"I don't know what's wrong with him Ellethwen, the healers don't know either," she said as she stirred her portage.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Éowyn," Ellethwen said as she rested her bowl against her stomach. Éowyn looked up and nodded but her frown was gone when she looked at Ellethwen's stomach.

"What's it like?" Éowyn asked and Ellethwen smiled as she flattened her hand against her stomach only to have the baby kick. She laughed softly and took her hand off her stomach.

"Give me your hand," Ellethwen said quickly and Éowyn held out her hand and Ellethwen took it and pressed the other woman's palm flat to her stomach where the baby once again kicked. Ellethwen laughed and Éowyn followed suit. "It's indescribable, really," she said after a moment and Éowyn pulled her hand away. "Although, Gelsey has told me that towards the end you cannot wait to give birth, that you become tired of being pregnant. However, right now it's still amazing." Éowyn smiled and nodded.

"I wish we knew where Lord Boromir was, so you could send word to him." Ellethwen nodded.

"As do I," Ellethwen said sadly as she stirred her portage. "But, he'll come back soon," she said more to try and convince herself than Éowyn. The younger woman nodded her head and sighed before they finished their breakfast and tea in a comfortable silence.