This chapter is kind of long and drawn out, partly because it is the last one and partly because there was a lot to get in there. I hope you enjoy it. I have a proposal. What do you all think of a Sequel of Oneshots? Let me know what you think in the comments. Enjoy!

Chapter Fifteen

The next month passed in a haze of pure bliss for me. My situation was unreal, something that I never could have dreamt of. I had given up my resistance to Boromir and he immediately began to permeate into every aspect of my life. I could not go a moment without thinking of him.

One day, however, I was jerked out of my happy thoughts. Reallan came to me after working all night in the Houses.

"Lindy," she said, sitting at my table. I sat a bowl of porridge and a glass of goat milk in front of her. "It is about time you returned to the Houses. We have been stretched very thin without Eldacar I am afraid."

My stomach dropped. "Oh… oh I do not know if I am ready to return, Reallan." I was honestly not sure if I would ever be able to step foot in there again.

"We need you though. The people in the Houses need you, Lindy. You cannot be selfish now."

"I am not being selfish there. I have seen far too much in that place," I said quietly.

"Please give it some thought. You are an incredible young woman with a real gift for helping people," Reallan said. She finished her breakfast and rose slowly to her old feet. I led her to the door and then leaned against it once it was closed.

The rest of the day I was in a nervous state of mind. I paced around my small house, wringing my hands. In being truthful with myself, I had to admit that I missed working in the Houses, I missed helping the people there, but I was afraid that if I returned I would have too many vivid memories to be able to focus on the patients. What good would that be? The other healers would then have me on their hands on top of the patients.

There was a resounding knock on my door as the sun was setting. I walked slowly to the door and opened it. Boromir stood there with a bouquet of flowers in one hand. I ushered him without a word.

"I was expecting to smell food cooking," he jested. I had invited him over for dinner, but as I had been immersed deep in my thoughts all day I had completely forgotten about cooking. "Is everything alright, Lindy? You do not look well."

I sighed. "Oh I do not know."

"What is the matter?" He asked sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. He pulled me into his lap and rubbed my back gently.

"Reallan dropped in this morning and told me that I should consider returning to the Houses," I began.

"Of course you should, you belong there." Boromir looked up at me. "I saw how well you work there and how many people you have helped."

"I know all of that, but I am too scared to return. I do not think that I can overcome my most recent memories of that place," I rested my head on his broad shoulder.

"Oh Lindy." Boromir was quiet for a moment. He then took both of my hands in his. "I know what that feeling is like. To have seen terrible things pass is one of the most difficult things to overcome, but I believe that if anyone can, it would be you. You are so strong, Lindy. I have seen men return from battle never to be the same, but I do not see that same reaction in you. You have continued to live and to live fully. You can still smile and laugh and be merry." He kissed both of my palms. "I believe that you should take that inner strength back to the Houses. Those people there could use your smile and laugh. I know that you are truly frightened of that place and not being selfish, but you have overcome so much thus far in your short life and I can only think that this would be another of those instances."

Who was this man who had come into my life? How had I gotten so lucky to come across him? In that instance I was truly thankful for the path my life had taken.

"You think so?" I asked.

"I know so with all of my heart." He smiled gently up at me. "If you would like, I will go with you."

My heart was beaming with gratitude. I could only nod.

ooooOoooo

A week later, Boromir was knocking at my door again. I had on my plain dress for the Houses and my hair was in a knot at the nape of my neck. I gathered my things and opened the door.

"There is the woman who stole my heart," Boromir chuckled. "You look exactly as you did when I was in the Houses."

I smiled up at him, though I remained silent. I was too nervous to speak. Boromir seemed to understand and did not prod me into conversation.

Something deep within me urged me to halt as we drew nearer to the doors of the Houses. I stopped abruptly.

"Lindy," Boromir murmured.

I looked up at him beseechingly, begging him silently not to make me go. He reached out and took a hold of the door knob at the same time that he took my hand. For a moment I pulled against him, but in the end his strength won and I found myself over the threshold of the door and inside the Houses once more.

"Oh Lindy, there you are!" Reallan exclaimed. "Take care of that soldier in the far bed. His wounds need new salve and redressed."

Before I knew what I was doing, my things were set down in a corner and I was walking to the end of the room with a pot of salve and roll of bandages. I had pleasant conversation with the young soldier as I took care of the wound on his abdomen. When I looked up I saw Reallan and Boromir watching me, huddled together. I could only smile at the pair of them.

The rest of the day was a blur of activity as I resumed my old duties and immersed myself so fully in them that I could not think of anything else. Boromir spent the entire day watching me and helping when he could and was waiting for me when the sun was setting. I gathered my things and headed out with him.

As we approached my home I smiled up at him and got on my tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. "Thank you," was all I said.

ooooOoooo

It was nearly a month later when I was leaving the Houses of Healing, when Boromir came barreling around the corner. "Lindy!" He shouted.

I turned around quickly. "Boromir?"

"I have very exciting news!" He exclaimed.

"Clearly," I laughed. "What is it then?"

"Aragorn has offered the Princedom of Ithilien." Boromir was beaming, he was truly proud of himself.

"That is wonderful news. Congratulations," I smiled up at him.

"Oh no, I have not accepted yet."

I looked at him curiously. "And why ever not?"

"I told the King that I would get back with him as soon as I could. I could not accept without knowing if you will join me."

I had known that I would be faced with something like this eventually. The new king could not overlook Boromir. I had been preparing myself for this. It would be another personal obstacle that I would have to get over.

"You will join me, won't you?" Boromir was no longer so excited, but seemed nervous.

I took a deep breath. When I had quit fighting my feelings I had recognized the potential of what I would be getting myself into. "Of course I will."

ooooOoooo

The day before we were to leave, I was being prepared for a dinner by Reallan. She had come over to spend one last afternoon with me and also to help me get ready. Aragorn had invited Boromir and me to dinner and we would be being joined by Faramir. I had never been so nervous, not even when Boromir had invited me to his honorary dinner.

Reallan was putting my hair up and one of the dresses Boromir had had made for me. I had a whole collection to take with me the following day.

We were both being very quiet as it was a sad occasion. "Are you sure you will not come with us, Reallan?"

"Lindy, I have told you. I am much too old to start over now."

"But what will I do without you?" I blinked furiously as tears pricked my eyes. Reallan had been my only friend in Minas Tirith. She had cared for me unquestioningly.

"You will be just fine without me," she chuckled lightly. "You have someone else to take care of you now."

I sighed and was finally ready. I made my way through the city as the sun was setting. Boromir met me half way there. "You look absolutely beautiful," he said.

I smiled and took his hand. We made into the palace and were ushered into the great hall where there was a table set up. Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir, and the shield maiden, Eowyn were all waiting for us already.

"Ah, there they are. The Prince and Princess of Ithilien!" The King stood up to greet us. Boromir bowed slightly and I curtsied deeply. "None of that friends!"

We took our seats. We were seated across from Faramir and Eowyn while the king and queen were at the heads of the table. The conversation picked up, mostly between the men, speaking of politics. We women talked of other things. Eowyn was nervous about adjusting to Minas Tirith as Faramir would be acting as Steward to the king. Arwen and I both gave her helpful tips about the city and life within it.

It was quite late when Boromir and I left. As we would be leaving very early we said our goodbyes to everyone and "good lucks" were passed around. I made my way back to my small home one last time.

ooooOoooo

I woke before the sun was up and put my riding outfit on. My last crate was packed up and someone came to get it as I left my house. It was completely empty and I left my key on the kitchen table. Tears pricked my eyes as I shut the door and closed it on my past.

I made my way down to the stables. Boromir was there already and my mare was saddled and waiting. She had been one of the seemingly hundreds of gifts he had bestowed upon me. I mounted the horse and we rode out of the stables.

We paused at the gates. Boromir reached out and took my hand. "Are you ready?"

I looked back at the city. It had at first been my escape and then it had been my haven, the place where I had met Boromir. My life had changed so much in my time in that city. I had changed so much.

"I am."

There you have it! The end! Let me know what you thought and also about the sequel proposition.

Happy reading,

Avonmora