Solatiri looked up at Boromir who was dressed in his finest clothes. He stood under the White Tree of Gondor, reaching his hand out to her. For the first time, she noticed they weren't alone. Beside Boromir stood Denethor who was smiling at her, as well as Faramir. Almost everyone in Minas Tirith was with them.

Solatiri looked down at herself to find herself wearing a long white and silver dress. She wore a wreath of white flowers in her hair. Solatiri stepped forward and took Boromir's hand out of confusion.

"Boromir", she chuckled. "What is all of this?"

"My dearest", Boromir chuckled.

Solatiri softly gasped. Why did he just call her that? They were just friends, they never called each other names like that. She looked as Boromir turned to face his father. Denethor looked at the both of them with a smile on his face.

"I'm very happy that I'm finally accepting a daughter into my family", he said.

"A daughter?" Solatiri asked confused. "What are you talking about? Boromir, please explain."

"Solatiri", he said. "Surely you haven't forgotten about our wedding?"

She nearly yelled in surprise. A wedding? When did that come up? Boromir had never even proposed to her.

"My son", Denethor said. "Would you like to say your vows to your bride?"

"Yes, Father", Boromir said turning to Solatiri.

She looked at him both confused and nervous.

"I, Boromir of Gondor, do promise to love you and protect you with my life. I take you to be my wife from this day forth, in front of the eyes of all of Gondor, of world."

Solatiri looked down at their hands as Boromir slid a ring onto her finger.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of our union. Let it be known that no other woman will ever replace you in my heart."

Tears came to her eyes as she listened to his words. They were not tears of sadness, they were tears of happiness.

"Are those tears?" Boromir asked.

He looked at Solatiri's sleeping form and saw tears coming from beneath her closed eyes. Boromir wiped them away and looked at her worried.

"Is she in pain?" he asked.

"She could be, my lord", answered a golden haired woman. "If I may ask, why was she injured?"

"She was injured when she was alone. She was looking for me."

"Why was she looking for you?"

Boromir was silent. He had no answer for that. Why was Solatiri looking for him? Whatever the reason was, she still wound up getting hurt. Now they were to stay at Edoras until she recovered from her wounds.

"What is your name again, my lady?" he asked.

"Eowyn, my lord."

"My lady Eowyn, then", Boromir said. "May I have a moment alone?"

"Of course, my lord. You should get some rest yourself. I'm sure you've had a long and tiring ride here."

Eowyn bowed her head and stepped out of the room leaving Boromir and Solatiri alone. Boromir watched as Solatiri continued to sleep. She had been sleeping all day. He wondered if she had ever bothered to stop while she followed him.

In that matter, why was she even following him? This trip was not for a woman. Boromir took Solatiri's hand in his. Her fingers slowly wrapped themselves around his own. He smiled and reached out, brushing the hair from her face.

"You rest, my friend", Boromir said. "When you awaken, I will see to it that you return home safely."

Solatiri's chest rose and fell with every breath she took. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. Boromir stood and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly.

Solatiri opened her eyes and turned her head toward the door. Boromir had just given her a kiss. Sure it was on her hand, but surely that must've meant something, didn't it? She looked at her hand and back at the door.