Author's Note: Ok, so this isn't a real chapter, but rather sort of deleted scene that didn't make it into to the Edoras chapters. My friend requested that I put it in because she really liked it, but please keep in my this is a rough draft and therefore doesn't have the amount of polish I normally require of my work. Anyway, enjoy!
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Boromir sighed, sleepily running a hand through his hair as his crept through the chamber, making sure not to wake the rest of the Fellowship as he avoided stepping on them as best he could. He paused for a moment as he glanced down at Gimli, marveling at how so small a creature could manage to make so much noise, for his snores had robbed Boromir of any sleep as they echoed through the room. Their party had been given blankets and a spare room, which he suspected had once served as some sort of armory, in which they might rest. However, he quickly found that despite his exhaustion from the day's ride, he had been unable to fall asleep, sighing in frustration as he had shifted over and over again to try and make himself comfortable.
He had then realized that he had become so used to sleeping beside Amera that he inwardly yearned for the weight of her head upon his chest and that he missed the familiar scent of her curls, the comforting murmur as she yawned in her sleep and nuzzled his neck absently. He then felt a small pang of hurt as he realized that perhaps she did not feel the same, for she had not sought him out from the room she had been granted.
Stifling a yawn, he closed the door behind him and narrowed his eyes as he struggled to make out the layout of the hall, the dark wood reflecting the moonlight. He drowsily stumbled along, searching for any sight of Amera as he absently roamed the corridors of Meduseld. A few minutes later and he paused as a dark shadow flashed by from the corner of his eye, whirling around in confusion. He rubbed his eyes as he saw nothing, blinking repeatedly as he assured himself that his mind was not playing tricks on him. The shadow moved again, this time from the opposite side of the chamber and he whispered, "Show yourself!"
He flinched as he suddenly felt warm breath against his neck and turned swiftly, blinking and taking a step back as he found himself looking into the flickering eyes of Amera, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She grinned widely at him as he whispered, "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Move like that."
She winked, her eyes twinkling as she replied, "I can keep to the shadows if I wish, Boromir."
He rolled his eyes, stepping forward to press his lips against her forehead as he murmured, "I missed you." He smiled as he felt her lips brush his shoulder in return, closing his eyes in comfort as he wrapped his arms around her delicate form. "I beg of you, let me share your room this eve." He grinned slightly as he whispered, "I fear I can no longer suffer through Gimli's snoring."
"Well, you're in luck, then." Amera took a step back, tilting her chin to him, "I was actually coming to look for you."
Boromir grinned roguishly at this, but blinked as Amera suddenly turned and began to walk away without another word. He did his best to remain quiet as he caught up to her, embarrassed at the amount of noise he made compared to her silent footfall as she seemed to glide over the wooden floor. He tilted his head as she quietly opened the door to the outside, shivering slightly as the night breeze swept over him.
She perked a brow as she glanced over her shoulder, motioning for him to follow as she cast him an impatient look. "That's not your room!" Boromir hissed in reply, resisting yet another shiver.
Amera snorted at this, tossing her head slightly as she began to pad down the stairs. Boromir paused for a moment, then sighed as he followed her. Still, despite his discomfort and exhaustion, he could not help but grin as Amera's bare feet flew over the dirt paths ahead of him, her dark hair swirling around her shoulders as she moved with an effortless grace, almost dancing through the abandoned streets beneath the starlight. He watched her, his grin fading to a soft smile as he thought briefly of Luthien and understood then how Beren could be so in love at first sight, but the spell was broken as she motioned for him to move faster, rolling her eyes over his shoulder.
She approached a small shack, which look abandoned by its dilapidated state, and grinned widely as Boromir perked a brow, crossing his arms over his chest as the wind whispered through the sleeping city. A moment later and she had somehow effortlessly climbed to the roof, her motions inhumanly fluid as she scaled the wooden slats of the walls and swung herself up to the top. His jaw dropped and she waved a hand for him to follow, grinning mischievously down at him.
He stared at her for a moment, then stated plainly, "I cannot get up there, Amera."
"Yes, you can."
He rolled his eyes in frustration and growled, "And how exactly am I do to that?"
She tilted her head at him, struggling to hide a smirk, "Why, the same way I did."
A few minutes later, along with numerous curses and a knee that was certain to bruise the next day, Boromir had managed to make it to the roof, much to his disbelief. Amera quickly leaned over to kiss him, grinning as she pulled him beside her with a radiant smile. He blinked as he took notice of the startling amount of bottles that were carefully placed beside her, perking a brow as he questioned, "What have you got there?"
"Mead!" Her eyes lit up as she took a careful sip from one of the bottles, tilting her chin back briefly, then finished, "I've never had it before!"
"By the Valar, Amera," He whispered as he stared at her, "Won't Theoden miss all this from his stores? And besides, that's enough to kill the average man."
She shrugged lightly and he could only blink as he found a bottle suddenly in his hands, "He won't miss it at all and you're going to help me drink it, of course. And," she grinned wickedly, "I am not the average man, love."
Amused greatly, Boromir shrugged and took a small sip, closing his eyes as the welcome heat slid down his throat, then questioned, "May I inquire as to the reasoning behind your sudden love of mead, Amera?" He took another sip, making himself comfortable beside her as she laid down upon the thatch, "It's a common enough drink. I've had it at countless festivals and occasions."
She snorted slightly at this and he shifted to his side as he watched, her gaze never leaving the flickering heavens above as she softly retorted, "May I remind you, Boromir, that I spent nearly a thousand years in an abandoned city. I did not exactly frequent many occasions nor festivals. Besides," She smirked, taking another small sip, "It's so good."
"You're an idiot, Amera."
"Yet here you are beside me."
He grinned at this, setting down the mead to brush a lock of stray hair away from her face as she whispered, "Isn't it beautiful, Boromir? Look at it all."
He perked a brow at this, smiling as Amera's fingers move to intertwine with his own, "Had you no stars in Annuminas?"
She laughed softly and he marveled at her serene contentment, her features glowing with happiness as she looked up at the sky above, "Of course. In the summer, when the stars were brightest, I used to lie in the gardens and invent stories for the constellations," Amera blushed slightly, then continued, "Stories full of darkness and wickedness, of warriors and maidens and sorcerers." A pause. "That was a long time ago, though."
She set her mead aside and he smiled softly as Amera rested her head against his chest, moving an arm over her as she curled against him. "Do you see all those mountains in the distance, Boromir? See how they glisten in the moonlight."
He pressed his lips into her hair, "I do, love."
"See how the plains sway in the wind, how the stars flicker above us?"
He laughed softly and nodded, watching her closely as if to detect the source of her wonder.
"I spent so long behind walls, Boromir," Amera whispered softly, her eyes glistening as she looked out at the majesty before them. "My heart yearned for something more, to know what lay beyond Annuminas, beyond Evendim. And look at it, look how very small we are."
He was quiet then and ran his fingers absently through her hair as she turned to look at him, a small, serene smile lighting her features as she whispered, "We are so very, very small against all of this, are we not? Only mere specks against earth and water."
Boromir looked into her stormy eyes for a long moment, watching as the wind swirled her dark hair around her shoulders as she looked to him. A moment later and his lips softly met her own as his eyes closed in absolute contentment and Amera's delicate fingers just brushed along the edges of his features. In that moment, as they kissed beneath the starlight, he wanted nothing more than to show her everything he knew, the fierce mountains of Ithilien and the gentle plains of Pelennor, the proud walls of Minas Tirith and the delicate gardens that lay within them.
And, as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as the kiss deepened, he vowed that one day he would.
