Faramir's Lullaby

AN: A little different from my other "Lullaby" fics, but I hope you enjoy. I used the song "Lullaby for a Stormy Night". This takes place in the Houses of Healing after the fall of Osgiliath. THIS IS NOT A SLASH! I REPEAT; NOT A SLASH! Just brotherly love, and lots of it.

-Luv

P.S.: Review pretty please! No flames please.

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Faramir tossed and turned in his sleep. His nightmares haunted him. Voices would not get out of his head. Voices of his Father, with his constant insults and put downs, some were voices of his mother, and there was one, so faint and far away…that was Boromir's. He also had nightmares of his own demise, as well as his brother's.

Faramir watched in horror as the humungous Uruk-Hai notched in arrow and shot it. He watched as it was lodged into his elder brother's chest. "BOROMIR!" he tried to scream, but nothing came out, his voice was silent. Boromir continued fighting though, not giving up. The orc notched another arrow. It embedded itself into Boromir's chest.

"NO!" Faramir ran forward toward the orc, his sword drawn ready to attack. He let out a battle cry and sped up, he was almost on him. He readied his sword, preparing to attack, but as he went to plunge the blade in the orc's heart, but he went right through the vile creature. He lost his balance and tumbled to the ground. He realized then he was invisible. He heard another cry of pain; Boromir had been pierced with another arrow. He managed to stand back up and got a look at his brother. He was kneeling to the ground, hunched over, and defeated, a broken war-horn at his knee. He bled from the corner of his mouth, and tears filled his eyes. Tears stung in Faramir's own eyes. He ran over to his brother, hollering in agony. He fell down beside his fatally wounded Boromir. He could not cradle him. He could offer no comfort. He could do nothing but scream and cry silently. He was invisible. He'd always been invisible…

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Faramir lurched off his pillow, panting, in cold sweat and tears. He was also overcome with physical pain in his abdomen and torso area, but it was nothing compared to his emotional pain. He sat in silence, staring blankly, straight ahead, listening to the thunder and rain outside, then he pulled up his knees and buried his arms and face into them, and started to cry, attempting to chase away his pain. For a long while he just stayed there. Then, he felt sudden warmth, a presence beside him and a warm hand was placed on his shoulder. Faramir sat up and turned his head, before him he saw a figure. He found himself looking into a familiar face, one that he had only just seen, twisted in pain, hurt and defeat, one that was pale and dying, but this face, although it was the same…it was different. It was beautiful, young and solemn, the face of an angel…literally…and it was hauntingly familiar…it was Boromir. For a long while Faramir could do nothing but stare in him... then, he flew forward and threw his arms around him, embraced him, and began to cry all over again, into the angel Boromir's shoulder. Boromir hugged back tightly, but gently and pressed his cheek into Faramir's. His brother was trembling and sobbing, making small animal noises while the angel rubbed his back gently, "Shhh, shh, it's alright, I'm here, Bormir's here." He soothed. When that didn't work, he sat on the bed and cradled his brother like a young child; he began to rock him like a mother would a baby. He brushed some hair out of his face and began to sing to him;

Little child, be not afraid

The rain pounds harsh against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger

There is no danger

I am here tonight

Little child

Be not afraid

Though thunder explodes

And lightning flash

Illuminates your tearstained face

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

Little child

Be not afraid

The storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And its candlelight beams

Still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight

Little child

Be not afraid

The wind makes creatures of our trees

And the branches to hands

They're not real, understand

And I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forest and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

For you know, once even I

Was a little child

And I was afraid

But a gentle someone always came

To dry all my tears

Trade sweet sleep the fears

And to give a kiss goodnight

Well, now I am grown

And these years have shown

Rain's a part of how life goes

But it's dark and it's late

So I'll hold you and wait

'til your frightened eyes do close

And I hope that you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

Everything's fine in the morning

The rain will be gone in the morning….

Angel Boromir trailed off and his voice faded. His little brother was pressed against his chest, asleep, breathing slowly and deeply. He gently laid him down on the pillow and pulled the bedcovers over his sleeping form. He stepped back and gazed into his face, it was at complete peace. Boromir kissed his temple and murmured, "We'll meet again someday, little brother." Then he walked out the door and closed it softly behind him.