A/N: You've waited...and it has come! The humorous tale that grew in the telling until it became the pointless tale of... Faramir and Boromir's 15- year-old Crazy Singing Contest! Yes!
"Father, listen to me! I can sing!!!" Boromir screams, running into the throne room and acting like he's two even though he's 20.
"Father, so can I!" Faramir says with a little more dignity.
"Enough! Now, we shall hold a contest to see who is the best!" Denethor says.
"But you'd pick Boromir no matter what!" Faramir whines.
Denethor promptly manages to whack Faramir upside the head. Faramir is temporarily rendered unconscious.
"Good shot, dad!" Boromir energetically says, giving his father a high 5. Weird, aren't they?
"Thanks, son. Let's leave this useless lump here until dinner." Denethor replies, smiling wickedly.
"Why don't we just eat him for dinner?" Boromir suggests and the two walk cackling out of the hall.
Dinner was usual: Denethor stuffed his face, Boromir got the fine cuts of meat, and Faramir got bread crusts.
"Why do I have to starve?" Faramir moans, picking up a bread crust.
"Because you're small and insignificant." Boromir says, stabbing at a tomato.
"Because you're not my favorite son." Denethor says.
"That's it! I've had it!" Faramir says, throwing a bread crust at Denethor.
"Ooh, goody! More food for me!" Denethor says, promptly stuffing the crust in his face.
"You're a pig, dad!" Faramir says, grabbing his knife like a sword.
"You're an idiot, brother!" Boromir says, cutting his steak into pieces.
Faramir looks like he wants to plunge the knife into Boromir's neck. Or his father's neck. It's hard to tell.
"I'm the idiot? Look who's talking!" Faramir says angrily.
"Yes, we should! Faramir, go now!" Denethor says, standing up with a chunk of chicken in his hand.
"No, I wont!" Faramir says, tossing the knife at Denethor and narrowly missing.
Denethor then tosses the chicken at Faramir.
"FOOD FIGHT!" Boromir screams, tossing his salad in the air.
He receives weird looks.
"The contest is tomorrow." Denethor says.
Faramir and Boromir go to practice their songs.
A/N: So, how was it? There will be more! Oh, yes! Signing off, -Anduril
"Father, listen to me! I can sing!!!" Boromir screams, running into the throne room and acting like he's two even though he's 20.
"Father, so can I!" Faramir says with a little more dignity.
"Enough! Now, we shall hold a contest to see who is the best!" Denethor says.
"But you'd pick Boromir no matter what!" Faramir whines.
Denethor promptly manages to whack Faramir upside the head. Faramir is temporarily rendered unconscious.
"Good shot, dad!" Boromir energetically says, giving his father a high 5. Weird, aren't they?
"Thanks, son. Let's leave this useless lump here until dinner." Denethor replies, smiling wickedly.
"Why don't we just eat him for dinner?" Boromir suggests and the two walk cackling out of the hall.
Dinner was usual: Denethor stuffed his face, Boromir got the fine cuts of meat, and Faramir got bread crusts.
"Why do I have to starve?" Faramir moans, picking up a bread crust.
"Because you're small and insignificant." Boromir says, stabbing at a tomato.
"Because you're not my favorite son." Denethor says.
"That's it! I've had it!" Faramir says, throwing a bread crust at Denethor.
"Ooh, goody! More food for me!" Denethor says, promptly stuffing the crust in his face.
"You're a pig, dad!" Faramir says, grabbing his knife like a sword.
"You're an idiot, brother!" Boromir says, cutting his steak into pieces.
Faramir looks like he wants to plunge the knife into Boromir's neck. Or his father's neck. It's hard to tell.
"I'm the idiot? Look who's talking!" Faramir says angrily.
"Yes, we should! Faramir, go now!" Denethor says, standing up with a chunk of chicken in his hand.
"No, I wont!" Faramir says, tossing the knife at Denethor and narrowly missing.
Denethor then tosses the chicken at Faramir.
"FOOD FIGHT!" Boromir screams, tossing his salad in the air.
He receives weird looks.
"The contest is tomorrow." Denethor says.
Faramir and Boromir go to practice their songs.
A/N: So, how was it? There will be more! Oh, yes! Signing off, -Anduril