Loved The Same
Denethor called is two sons in front of him. His mind was made up but he still wanted the younger one know the news.
"I have gotten word form Elrond of Rivendell," he started. "He is having a council about the Ring. He asked if there someone that represent Gondor." Both boys nodded.
"I have though long and hard about this. Faramir" The youngest boy's eyes widened, his father chose him? He thought his mind was racing.
"Faramir you are good with them men, but I feel you lack battle skills." It was too good to last he sighed to himself
"Boromir," he said firmly looking at his eldest son "I would like you to travel to Rivendell. You have impressive skills. Go give Gondor respect and pride she needs. You will leave in three days time" Both younger and older brother bowed to their father, and left the Great Hall.
Now it was up to Faramir alone, could he please is father enough for his brother and himself? How could he make up for his brother? Faramir asked himself these question when he saw a grave boat floating with his brother in it. A tear ran down his cheek.
"I wonder if father now wishes our places have been exchanged." He wondered to himself.
His father did wish it, only if he had known that his father loved him. Would things have been different if Denethor loved both sons the same? What would it be like? Faramir mind trailed of.