Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I do own Gwirawen and Talema though.

The White City was quiet as it awaited the return of the army of Gondor. The army had gone to take back Osgiliath from the forces of Mordor. At the top of Minas Tirith there is a stone courtyard with a bare white tree, the tree of the king. A woman with brown hair and pale skin stood at the edge of the courtyard over looking the plains between the two cities. She awaited the return of the army and more importantly her fiancé. He was the son of the Steward of Gondor and his name was Boromir.

After days of waiting she saw the army exit Osgiliath. She smiled and ran from the courtyard and into the palace. She entered the throne room and the Steward of Gondor; Lord Denethor looked up from the parchment that he had been reviewing when he had heard her enter. "What is it Gwirawen?" Denethor asked. Gwirawen could tell he was edgy at the moment.

"My Lord the army is returning," Gwirawen said. She was bursting with happiness. Denethor jumped up from his throne and ran out to the stone courtyard with Gwirawen right behind him.

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It had been at least an hour or so since the army had reached the gates and many of Minas Tirith's citizens were there to greet the soldiers' home. Two men emerged from the crowd. "Let's go home little brother," the older man said. He had sandy blonde hair and wore sliver armor with the design of the white tree on it.

"You just want to see Gwirawen again," the younger of the two said in a teasing tone. He had the same sandy blonde hair but he wore simpler armor.

"I have missed her terribly," the older brother admitted.

They climbed up to the top of Minas Tirith where they were met by the Court of Gondor. Denethor was in front and he hugged the older of the two brothers. "Boromir, my first born, how did you do?" Denethor asked.

"Osgiliath has been retaken for Gondor," Boromir said and his father beamed.

"I hear that you destroyed the enemy almost single handedly," Denethor praised.

"They exaggerate," Boromir said. "The victory also goes to Faramir." Faramir came to stand next to his brother.

"If it wasn't for Faramir the city would still be standing," Denethor said coldly. "Did I not entrust you to protect it?"

"I would have but our numbers were too few." Faramir argued.

Denethor looked at his youngest son coolly once more then his demeanor changed. "Come we have a celebration ready." Denethor and the rest of the court started to return to the palace.

A woman with black hair stepped to face the brothers. She wore a simple blue dress and her hair was tied back in a knot. "My Lady sends her apologies for not meeting you here but she wishes to see you in her room," the woman said.

"Thank you Talema." Boromir smiled at her and she bowed.

"I will keep father at bay until you can come back," Faramir said. "But don't take too long." Boromir laughed and set off for a different entrance to the palace.

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Boromir knocked on the thick wooden door when he had reached Gwirawen's chambers. "Come in," he heard her voice say. Boromir opened the door and closed it behind him. Gwirawen stood on her stone balcony over looking the city she was wearing a white; almost see through dress that she had gotten from Rivendell before she had come to Gondor. Her hair was flowing down her back and had little white leaf clips in her brown locks. She turned to face him. "I have missed you."

Boromir walked to her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. Her stomach wasn't flat as most women in the palace were. She had a small round belly. As far as she knew it didn't bother Boromir. "I missed you as well," Boromir whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"I heard your father is holding a celebration for your return," Gwirawen said as she rested her head on his cool armor.

"I would much rather stay here," Boromir said. Gwirawen pulled away from him and opened her wardrobe. She pulled out a sliver dress.

"Well we have to go," Gwirawen said with a sigh. "Your father would never forgive you if you didn't go."

"I think I could live with that," Boromir said as he leaned on the stone wall near the balcony. Gwirawen shot him a look.

"Don't look," Gwirawen said as she turned her finger into a circle. Boromir nodded and turned around so his back was turned.

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Faramir feared that he would die from boredom as he tried to buy Boromir some time with Gwirawen. He sighed with relief when he saw Boromir and Gwirawen slip into the hall. He excused himself and went over to join Gwirawen and his brother. "It took you long enough," Faramir hissed at his brother.

"I could have just left you here and not come at all," Boromir said.

Faramir chose to ignore his brother for a minute. "Lady Gwirawen it is good to see you again." He kissed her hand.

They all saw Denethor coming toward them. "Can he not give us a moment of peace?" Boromir asked quietly so only Faramir and Gwirawen could hear him.

"There you are, I was beginning to think you were not coming," Denethor said as he sipped some wine from his goblet.

"This is to celebrate our coming home; it would be rude not to come," Boromir said.

"Would you care to dance Gwirawen?" Faramir asked.

Before Gwirawen could answer Denethor scolded Faramir. "Do you not think the first dance belongs to Boromir?"

Gwirawen was so sick of his attitude toward Faramir. "Yes Faramir, I would love to," Gwirawen said as she let Faramir lead her into the dancing couples.