Again, I am so sorry for the delay. I don't have much to say. I know it's a little short, but I hope it is better than nothing. Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

What finally moved me from my bed was my intense hunger. Again, I had no idea how much time had passed. I cared no longer for time. I found some bread that wasn't too stale and sat heavily at the kitchen table. My mind, involuntarily, flashed back to the night that Boromir had pressed me up against the very same table and kissed me with such a burning desire that I had nearly melted.

I tried to shake the thought away, but every thought I had was of Boromir. It injured my pride to admit that I wasn't irritated by the fact. It also injured my pride to know that I could never have him. He would never be mine. In the world we lived in it was just impossible.

My door opened and I wasn't even scared which probably was a problem. After everything I had witnessed it seemed I no longer possessed the ability to be frightened, only apathetic.

"What are you doing up?" Boromir asked softly.

"I was hungry," I replied.

"Well that is a good sign. Many victims of such situations many times do not recover their appetite."

"Of such situations?" I asked.

"Yes. I have known many men who have seen the gruesomeness of war and never recover. They are never the same again," Boromir said sadly.

"How do you separate your memories of such things from your everyday life?" I asked. I did not know how I would ever be the same. How could I go back to the Houses after what I had seen there; after the wounds and injuries the likes of which I had never seen?

"Somehow life goes on." Boromir shrugged. "Somehow you find a new routine to follow; a way to make life normal again."

I sat weakly at the table, tearing small pieces from the chunk of bread I had cut.

"You are strong, Lindy, so strong," Boromir said quietly. He sat down and reached across the table, staying my fidgeting hands. I didn't look to meet his burning gaze, thought I could acutely feel it on my face.

"Please, Lindy. I want to look at you," he nearly whispered. I looked up slowly and met his steel grey eyes. "You are so beautiful."

Before I would've laughed at him. I had been lying in bed for an extended period with no bathing or combing my hair. Instead, I ignored his comment.

He finally looked away. "You know before the War reached Gondor I was already in battle with myself."

I looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue. "For quite some time I was in denial about my feelings toward you." A soft smile came over his face. "I did not want to believe that anyone had gotten through my wall. I have never let anyone in before."

"And then I was angry that you had gotten in without my permission. Angry at myself for not taking better care to protect myself. That anger was responsible for the night I kissed you. I was so angry that I felt that way about you and I lost control of my feelings."

Boromir paused and looked at me. I could not believe my ears.

"After that night though, after kissing you, I realized that I didn't want to let anyone else. If someone had to get inside my wall I was terribly glad it was you. I accepted my feelings after that and now I want you to accept them."

I was dumbfounded. Like Boromir, I had tried to push my feelings away to protect myself. Even if he felt the same way there was still no way a relationship could possibly work between us. I felt white hot anger flooding over me.

"How can you be telling me this right now?" I snapped. "What have I done to deserve this punishment?"

"Punishment? You think my love for you a punishment?" Boromir looked at me, puzzled.

"No. I think you telling me of your love is a punishment!"

Boromir looked beyond confused. "What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? I am talking about the fact that you should have kept your feelings to yourself! What can be done about them? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now I must live with the knowledge that you feel the same way about me as I do about you, but nothing else will ever come of this conversation." I stood up, but fell weakly back into the seat.

"What do you mean nothing can be done?" Boromir was beginning to match my angry tone.

"What can be done? You are the Steward-Prince of Gondor and I… and I am a mere healer," I said dejectedly.

"So that is what your resistance is about?" Boromir asked. "You are right, Lindy. I am the Steward-Prince, for now. The king is back. Who knows where I will stand a month from now."

I had not heard the news of the King, but that did not make me feel much better. Boromir would still have a very important standing in Gondor.

"Lindy, it's a new world! Everything is changing! We could make it what we want!" Boromir was now brimming with excitement. "You have to see this! We can do whatever we want!"

I still did not say anything. I looked at Boromir as his face changed from excitement to sadness as I did not reciprocate his bright disposition on our new world.

"The King's coronation is in two days. I would be honored if you came with me," he said, standing up. He went to leave.

"I don't have anything to wear," I protested weakly.

Boromir didn't look back at me as he left my small house.


The next morning there was a knock on my door. I got up from my bed and opened the door a crack.

"Are you Lindy?" A young man asked me.

"I am," I replied skeptically.

"I was asked to deliver something to you from the Lord Boromir," the boy held up a package so that I could see what his intentions were.

I opened the door wider and took the package from him. "Thank you."

I returned into my house and laid the package on my bed. I undid the wrapping and lifted the contents up. The blood red fabric was one of the softest things I had ever touched. Underneath the dress were beautiful black jewels; a necklace, a bracelet, earrings, and a ring.

"Oh I couldn't wear this," I said to myself. The dress was so beautiful; I had never seen such a red and the jewels were exquisite, but they would call too much attention to me. I had known Boromir would send something to wear, but I hadn't resolved to go to the coronation just because of that.

I was carefully folding the dress when I noticed a piece of parchment that must've fallen out of the package.

This red is my favorite color. I think you will look beautiful in it. Please me at the Citadel at half past ten in the morning.

P.S. The jewels were my mothers. She would have loved you.

I sighed and let the parchment flutter back to the floor.

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought. Again, so sorry for the delay.

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