Boromir made camp as he stopped for the night. He tied his horse to the tree beside him and looked straight ahead of him. He was less than a day away from Edoras. He would arrive in the morning and restock on food and water.

He rested against a tree as he stared at the fire in front of him. Boromir was starting to feel homesick. He missed Minas Tirith. He missed Faramir. He even missed Denethor a bit. More than anything, he missed Solatiri. Boromir thought back to the day in Osgiliath, the last time he saw her. He remembered how she defended Faramir from their father's mental abuse, how she took some of it herself.

Boromir wrapped his cloak around himself trying to keep warm. He wondered if Solatiri was alright. Neither of them said goodbye. Boromir hoped she was safe and happy in Minas Tirith.

He looked up as his horse neighed.

"What is it?" Boromir asked.

The horse took a few steps trying to pull its reins away from the branch. Boromir stood and pulled his sword from the saddle. He could hear what sounded like horse hooves coming towards him.

"Who's there?" Boromir called out.

The hooves came closer and closer. Boromir tightened his grip on his sword prepared to fight. He swung his sword as a white horse came running.

"Alandu?" he said surprised.

He grabbed the reins trying to calm the horse down. A smaller figure fell off the horse onto the ground facedown. Boromir softly gasped as he saw long ginger red hair.

"Solatiri!"

He looked at the arrows sticking out of her back. Boromir didn't know whether to pull them out or leave them in until they reached Edoras. He rolled her over onto her side trying not to touch the arrows.

"Boromir…"

"Solatiri", he whispered in her ear.

He watched as she opened her eyes a crack. Her dry lips formed into a smile.

"Boromir…I found you…"

"What are you doing out here?" Boromir asked. "I thought you were in Minas Tirith!"

"Where you go…" Solatiri began. "I go…"

Her eyes shut as she grew quiet. Boromir gently shook her.

"Solatiri, don't fall asleep", he said. "Stay awake."

"I can't…I'm…so tired…"

"Don't fall asleep! I need you to stay awake. I'm going to take the arrows out."

He grabbed the arrow that was stuck in the back of her shoulder. He watched as Solatiri took a deep breath, preparing for the pain. Boromir pulled the arrow slowly as she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

"I'm sorry if this hurts", he said.

Solatiri said nothing as she tried to show no pain. Boromir pressed his hand against her shoulder as the wound bled out.

"That was one arrow", he said. "I still need to take out the other one."

She shook her head not saying a word. Boromir looked at the second arrow which was stuck in between Solatiri's shoulder blades. He grabbed ahold of it and slowly pulled it out.

"Boromir…" she cried.

She gripped his cloak tightly as a tear made its way down her face.

"I know it hurts", he said. "I'm sorry."

Solatiri nearly screamed as the arrowhead made its way past the skin.

"I got it", Boromir said. "It's out."

He pressed his hand against the wound, but this one was bleeding more than the other. Solatiri felt herself growing weaker.

"Is the wound…bad?" she asked.

Boromir didn't know what to say. This was the worse he had ever seen her hurt. He gently lifted her into her arms.

"Come", he said. "We have to get you to Edoras."