Solatiri stood on the other side of the wall as she listened to Boromir and Denethor inside the building. She knew better than to eavesdrop but something inside her told her this conversation was important.

"We have more urgent things to speak of", Denethor said. "Elrond of Rivendell has called a meeting."

"Rivendell?" Solatiri murmured. "The Elves?"

"He would not say why, but I have guessed its purpose. It is rumored, the weapon of the enemy has been found."

"The One Ring", Boromir said. "Isildur's bane…"

"It has fallen into the hands of the Elves", Denethor said. "Everyone will try to claim it. Men, Dwarves, Wizards. We cannot let that happen. This thing must come to Gondor."

"Gondor…" Boromir murmured.

"It's dangerous, I know. Remember, the Ring will seek to corrupt the hearts of lesser Men. But you! You are strong! And our need is great. It is our blood that is being spilled, our people who are dying. Sauron is biding his time. He is massing fresh armies. He will return, and when he does we will be powerless to stop him. You must go."

Solatiri pulled away from the wall unable to hear anymore. Boromir was leaving. He was leaving Minas Tirith, leaving Gondor…leaving her. Solatiri closed her eyes trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling.

"Boromir, you can't leave me", she said to herself.

Solatiri knew Denethor would not let anyone go with Boromir. He would pitch a fit if she tried to go. Solatiri walked to the edge of the city where her horse was waiting. She did not want to be there when Boromir would say goodbye. She could not watch him leave. Solatiri mounted her horse and rode off toward Minas Tirith.

"Bring me back this might gift", Denethor said.

Boromir shook his head at his father. He did not want to go to Rivendell. He didn't want to leave his country. He couldn't leave Faramir and…

"Solatiri…" he whispered to himself.

"Forget that Rohan maiden!" Denethor said grabbing his son's arm. "She is no good for you. She's a maiden of Rohan, not Gondor!"

"She's far better than any maiden in the White City", Boromir said. "There is no other like her."

"Exactly! You deserve someone far better than her!"

"No."

Boromir walked out of the building. He had enough of his father's talk. He was not going to Rivendell. He was not leaving Solatiri.

"My place is here with my people, with her! Not in Rivendell!"

"Would you deny your own father?" Denethor asked following him.

"If there is need to go to Rivendell", Faramir spoke up. "Send me instead."

"You", Denethor said with a mocking smile. "Oh, I see. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor to show his quality. I think not. I trust this mission only to your brother, the one who will not fail me."

With that said, he walked off leaving the two brothers in silence. Boromir looked around noticing Solatiri was no longer with them.

"Where is she?" he asked. "Where is Solatiri?"

"She went back to the Citadel", Faramir answered.

"Why? I thought she would stay. I cannot leave without saying goodbye to her."

"I don't think she would be able to say goodbye to you. Can you not see, brother?"

"See what?" Boromir asked.

"Can you not see the love she holds for you?" Faramir answered. "Saying goodbye and watching you leave would break her heart."

"Love?"

"You can see it in her eyes, Boromir. That girl loves you with all her heart."

Boromir sighed. There was nothing he could do now. She was not there to watch him off and he had to leave.

Boromir looked up at the sky. The white flag of Gondor waved in the breeze just the way he mounted it on the tower. He looked down at Faramir who looked back up to him with sadness in his eyes.

"Remember today, little brother."

Boromir turned to the road as his horse started the long journey. He wished Solatiri was there. He wished he could see her face one last time before he left.