AN: This was a story that my friend helped me write. So, it I hope you like it. It's suppost to be cute. And Boromir is about 10, making Faramir about 5.
Disclaimer: I didn't make them, own them, meet them, are them, etc. I only write about them for fun and I don't get paid, lol.
-JF
All was silent.
All was night.
And Boromir had finally drifted off to sleep, after listening to Faramir's tosses and turns for some time.
A small whisper came through the dark, "Boromir?"
"Faramir?" Boromir didn't even bother opening his eyes.
"Are you asleep?"
"Yes," Boromir stated simply.
"Oh," Faramir sounded slightly discouraged.
Boromir knew that his brother wanted something, and that wasn't all he had to say. He had a feeling this was going to be a very long night. Or at least until Faramir did go to sleep.
"Boromir?"
He sighed and opened one eye, "Faramir?"
"I can't sleep."
"Go to sleep," Boromir said.
"I can't," Faramir insisted.
"That's because you're talking," Boromir rolled over.
"I still can't sleep."
"Faramir, go to sleep before Father hears you."
Faramir paused. "But…I can't," he urged.
Boromir gave an exasperated sigh, "Then you'd better be quiet until you can."
Then there was silence again. Boromir closed his eyes again, but somehow he knew it wouldn't last long. Faramir didn't just give up like that.
"Boromir?" Faramir whispered again.
Boromir rolled over on his back knowing he wasn't going to get peace anytime soon. "Faramir?"
"I can't sleep because I have bad dreams," Faramir confessed as if it was a deadly weakness.
Oh, so that was it. Boromir had suspected bad dreams when he had heard his little brother's movements earlier. Faramir never seemed to sleep peacefully.
"What kind of bad dreams?" Boromir asked.
"Bad dreams," Faramir replied.
"I see," said Boromir, "But you have to go to sleep, Faramir."
"I can't!" he insisted again.
With another exasperated sigh, Boromir said, "Well what would make you go to sleep?"
He heard a small rustling noise, like bed sheets…and then the pad-pad of little feet on the floor. And the next thing he knew, Boromir was startled awake from his light sleep; there was something getting into his bed.
He sat up, "What do you think you're doing, little brother?"
Faramir squirmed closer to his brother, "You'll protect me from the bad dreams."
Had it been light, Faramir might have seen the biggest smile from his brother in a long time, "Yes I will."
"Only if you'll go to sleep right away," he said.
"I'll try," said the little voice.
"Good," Boromir sighed again. He wrapped his arms around his little brother and pulled him closer, protectively. Faramir fell almost immediately asleep in the safely of Boromir's arms.
But now, it was Boromir who could not sleep. He kept thinking about his brother's nightmares. He, himself, needed to find some way of stopping them. Boromir was determinded to. After all, his brother depended on him and he was Faramir's protector.
Faramir suddenly stirred and moaned softly in his sleep. Boromir reliesed that he had accidently let go of him. He pulled the little one closer to him again. Faramir's sleep became peaceful again.
He felt safe. Boromir evatually feel asleep again too. And both boys slept through the night