Always= Boromir and Faramir

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
- Clara Ortega

Boromir was playing outside with his wooden sword when his nurse maid took him to see his mother. She was lying in bed and looked really ill. She was pale as a lily and had her dark curls plastered to her sweaty forehead. His father was standing by her side looking angry. It scared Boromir a little, his father had a fierce temper, one that he strongly disliked being on the receiving end of. He timidly made his way to his mother who turned her head towards him with no little effort and smiled at him.

"There's my little warrior. How is Gondor's best knight?" Her voice was light and happy, starkly contrasting her sickly appearance. Her joy encouraged Boromir and he went quickly to her side.

"I'm fine naneth, you asked to see me?" Hearing his voice Denethor snorted and stomped angrily out of the room. Finduilas looked worriedly after him and remained quiet. Worried Boromir repeated his question. Finduilas tilted her head again and smiled at him.

"Yes love, I did want to see you. Do you remember the talk we had about a new family member?" Boromir nodded, he remembered her telling him that he would be having a new friend, something she called a brother. He had been a little confused but didn't want to look dense so he pretended not to be.

Findulius smiled when he nodded his head and beckoned to a nurse. She left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

"He arrived last night, would you like to meet him?" He nodded his head eagerly, he wanted a new friend. The nurse returned moments later holding a bundle of blankets. She handed it to Finduilas who beckoned Boromir nearer. He took a few small steps forward and peered into the wrappings. Out popped a little head. He had a little tuft of black hair, and a pinched red little face. He opened and closed his mouth several times, reminding Boromir distinctly of a fish.

"He so…tiny." Boromir finally said. He honestly thought his new 'friend' looked a little strange. How was he supposed to play with him? Finduilas smiled and looked down at both of her sons. At that moment the little bundle opened its eyes. Boromir gasped as he looked at them. They looked exactly like his mothers, a deep gray that seemed to peer within ones soul. Unthinkingly he lifted a hand and gently touched his little head. The bundle seemed to smile at the contact.

Finduilas patted the spot on the bed next to her and Boromir hopped up.

"Would you like to hold him my love?" Boromir nodded eagerly, unaware of how fragile the little bundle was.

Finduilas carefully laid the baby in his small arms, positioning Boromir so he was leaning against the headboard.

"Now be extra careful, he's extremely fragile." Boromir nodded in understanding as he held the bundle to his chest. The little face smiled and snuggled into its blanket, falling asleep.

"Will you do something for me Boromir?" Finduilas voice was soft and a little sad as she spoke. Boromir nodded his head, his attention still on the sleeping bundle.

"Will you watch out for him? Will you protect him and love him if I ever can't?" Boromir nodded his head vigorously, even though he thought it was a little odd. Why wouldn't his mom be able to? Still, as he looked at the little sleeping face he felt something stir within him. He would protect this baby, he already loved it. She smiled at him and lovingly stroked his arm.

"You promise?"

"Yes naneth, I promise." He shifted his arm slightly so that the baby was resting against his heart. "What's his name?"

She smiled and pulled Boromir to her, "Faramir, his name is Faramir." Boromir smiled widely and nodded.

"Hi Faramir, I think I call you Miri." He paused for a moment, contemplating the little bundle. He leaned down and brushed his hair with his lips before whispering in his ear. "I promise I'll always protect and love you." Finduilas smiled as she squeezed her sons to her. Scarcely five minutes later they were both asleep, smiles still on their innocent little faces.

A/N: Well, that was my first, and probably only time writing in something other than first perspective. Not too bad I hope. My hubby challenged me to write a drabble on each letter of the alphabet. He gave me a word for each letter and I got to pick the character. I hope you like them, they are a lot of fun to write!