1. Memories of the White City
When Théodred of Rohan had visited Minas Tirith, Boromir had given him a thorough tour of all the sights of capital of Gondor, from the grand halls of the Citadel to the taverns and inns of the lower city. In fact, they discovered one modest, comfortable inn, with a discreet proprietor and a convenient private entrance, for which they developed a particular fondness. The lads had parted well over a year previously, no longer simply two fledgling lords, strangers, heirs of the rulers of their allied countries, but two youths who had grown to be far more than friends.
Boromir's last memory was of Théodred swinging onto his horse with a surreptitious wink, tall and handsome, yellow hair gleaming in the sun, looking like a golden prince straight out of a boy's adventure book. They had already expressed their warm good-byes in the privacy of Boromir's room.
"On behalf of my father and the people of Rohan," Théodred said, his voice official and correct, his incipient grin almost entirely suppressed, "I bid you farewell and thank you, Boromir son of Denethor, for your most gracious hospitality. I look forward to showing you my country in the not too distant future."
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