"Borrie!" Faramir shook his brother awake. "Borrie!"
"What is it Faramir?" Boromir snapped.
"Borrie, I can't sleep," Faramir said.
"What now?" Boromir asked, ignoring the nickname the younger child had used. "Nightmares again?"
"No," Faramir shook his head. "I heard something."
"Look, if it's another dumbledor I have to let out," Boromir started.
"It's not!" Faramir shook his head in earnest. "It sounded like a werewolf!"
"It's probably the wind," Boromir said, but he allowed his brother to lead him to the younger child's room.
"There," Faramir pointed shaking finger at the pile of toys in the corner. Boromir carefully picked up a poker from the grate. He brought it down in the middle of the pile, sending furry dragons and fluffy unicorns flying. As Boromir walked towards the open window, he stumbled on one of the toys, and his ankle gave a loud CRACK! With a cry of pain, Boromir fell forwards and slammed the window with a thud that brought his parents running.
Denathor cradled a sobbing Boromir in his arms while his wife soothed a flustered Faramir.
"My ankle, Papa!" Boromir insisted. "I think it's broken. It hurts! It went click!"
"You just clicked it," Denathor gently felt his son's ankle. Faramir yawned openly. "All right boys, back to bed." Both brothers were so tired, they allowed their parents to carry tuck them into bed without a fuss.
"What is it Faramir?" Boromir snapped.
"Borrie, I can't sleep," Faramir said.
"What now?" Boromir asked, ignoring the nickname the younger child had used. "Nightmares again?"
"No," Faramir shook his head. "I heard something."
"Look, if it's another dumbledor I have to let out," Boromir started.
"It's not!" Faramir shook his head in earnest. "It sounded like a werewolf!"
"It's probably the wind," Boromir said, but he allowed his brother to lead him to the younger child's room.
"There," Faramir pointed shaking finger at the pile of toys in the corner. Boromir carefully picked up a poker from the grate. He brought it down in the middle of the pile, sending furry dragons and fluffy unicorns flying. As Boromir walked towards the open window, he stumbled on one of the toys, and his ankle gave a loud CRACK! With a cry of pain, Boromir fell forwards and slammed the window with a thud that brought his parents running.
Denathor cradled a sobbing Boromir in his arms while his wife soothed a flustered Faramir.
"My ankle, Papa!" Boromir insisted. "I think it's broken. It hurts! It went click!"
"You just clicked it," Denathor gently felt his son's ankle. Faramir yawned openly. "All right boys, back to bed." Both brothers were so tired, they allowed their parents to carry tuck them into bed without a fuss.