Only Time

by lomear

A collection of musings by Boromir of glimpses into his and Faramir’s lives when they are happy and sad.[drabbles. auish cause Boromir lives dammit!]

a/n: these were all written whilst listening to Enya, hence the titles often will reflect the songs on Amarantine hehe

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'Drifting'

'Borry? Where's Mama gone?' Faramir questioned plaintively, one silvery grey morning.

Boromir could feel his small brother's large, sad eyes fixed upon him. Faramir clambered up onto Boromir's lap and clung to him tightly.

How do you explain to a wide-eyed five year old about death? Boromir himself was only ten... 'She's…gone on a long journey."

'Where?'

'She drifted faraway. Past the stars. Into another world where she walks the beaches, making sandcastles and watching them melt in the surf.'

'Will we see her again?'

'Yes. Someday...we'll go to her...and then we'll drift in the waves and she will sing.'