A/N: I own nothing JRR Tolkien does.
Grey Eyes
Faramir stared at his reflection in the water. His sad eyes looked back a him, a tear quavered in corner on his eyes. His mother was dead. Then he swiftly too his small hand and swatted at his refection causing it go abstract, yet his grey eyes-his mother's eye were still staring back at him threw the rippling water and the tears falling from his eyes.
Faramir held his face in his small hands. He was kneeling on the cold winter ground crying. His mother had passed a week ago, he could not stand to look at his own refection for when he did all he saw was his mother's eyes. He took a deep breath filling his lungs with the cold winter air. That must be why father cannot look at me. The five-year-old boy though to himself, my eyes, are her eyes, he sees the same thing I did when I look at them. Borormir walked down the hill to see his little brother.
"Faramir! There you are little brother." Faramir did not stir. Then suddenly Faramir spoke
"when you look at me what do you see?" he asked his brother.
"I see my little brother-" he cut off knowing now too well he asked the question.
"Yes," he started "I see mother's eyes in yours. They do not sadden for when I want to remember her all I have to do is look at you."
He took his brother's hand and lead him back home.