She pulled away from Boromir, alarm written all over her face. “My uncle!” she whispered. “Oh, I am done for now!”
“Do not fear,” Boromir whispered back with a confident grin, “I know these halls like the back of my own hand.” He leaned down for one final quick kiss which was not quite as quick as he had intended.
“Gaerlín!” The voice was definitely closer.
“Go, go,” Gaerlín urged breathlessly. “You are too young for dueling old men!”
“Duelling’s been outlawed,” Boromir pointed out, “but I take your meaning.”
He released her, asking, “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“The rose gardens, after mid-day meal,” Gaerlín replied,
blushing. “He will be meeting with your father. Now
Boromir flashed a brilliant smile, dropped a kiss on the back of her hand, and darted out the door on the other side of the library as the door to the main corridor creaked open.
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