Like a phoenix from the ashes…I rise from the fire…I'M BACK!
Boromir tossed and turned in bed as he tried to sleep. He felt restless and couldn't sleep if he wanted to. He was still frustrated that Denethor wouldn't let him court any girls in Minas Tirith. Boromir sighed as he sat up, giving up on sleep. He got up out of bed and walked to the balcony. He looked down into the lower levels to see the young men and women in the citadel together.
Boromir frowned thinking about how unfair it was that every man in the city could court a woman except for him. He turned away to get dressed. Hopefully a walk around the city would take his mind off things.
Nothing but moonlight and torches light up the road of the city. Boromir walked down the road going into the lower levels. All the girls that were alone avoided his gaze hoping to avoid trouble. Boromir sighed and looked down. This was all Denethor's fault. No one would talk or look at Boromir because of Denethor.
"Excuse me", he heard a voice say.
Boromir turned to see a young girl around his age standing next to him. She looked at him full of admiration as she smiled at him.
"You're Lord Boromir, son of the steward, are you not?" she asked.
"Yes", Boromir answered. "Who are you?"
The girl blushed as she looked down smiling.
"You may not remember me", she said. "We met a long time ago when we were children."
"Children?" he asked. "You must be mistaken. I had no friends as a child or talked to any children."
"You talked to me once. Do you remember? I was just a little girl of three. You came to me and asked me for my name."
Boromir looked at her trying to remember. The girl chuckled as she continued.
"I think what might help you remember was when my mother pulled me away", she said. "She said I was not allowed to talk to you."
"The little girl with the doll", Boromir mumbled. "That was you?"
"Yes", she smiled.
"I cannot believe you remembered me", he said.
"How can I forget the one boy in the city I was not allowed to talk to?"
"But…what's your name?" Boromir asked. "I don't know who you are."
The girl smiled as she blushed.
"My name is Kyra. I've been waiting all this time to meet you again."
"You've been waiting…for me?" Boromir asked. "Why? We were just children. We were strangers at the time."
"Not anymore", Kyra said. "I wanted to be your friend the moment you spoke to me all those years ago. Will you…walk with me around the city? I want to get to know you."
Boromir said nothing as Kyra took his hand and gently pulled him along the road with a smile on her face.