And Darkness Falls

by Rabia

Faramir's POV on Boromir's death. Drabble. Set after The War of the Ring. (Drabble means a fic with a maximum of 100 words)

Disclaimer: All the characters here belong to the almighty Tolkien.

A/N: A huge thank you to my beta-reader Joel for checking this, for his helpful suggestions and for putting up with me.

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And Darkness Falls

So many memories.

There, like flickering candle-shadows of my mind. Memories of riding together. Practising swordplay. We were different. He found my love for books unnecessary and I his lust for action. Small matters, now he is dead.

I'm 'The Steward'. I need strength for my people. The Steward that carries the scars of a father maddened, and a brother, a fallen hero; both in Mandos. Father would want it that way. Boromir was always his favourite.

I forget. I lose the memory in the face of my wife, my children. But sometimes I can't forget. And Darkness falls.

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