This is a one shot deal, people, and is slightly linked only to 'We Are Lost' nothing else in my little world! I own nothing. I sold nothing. I so wish I did, because then we could afford a new roof, but that's beside the point! Please review.
Long Live My Lord
Today I take my oath.
Today I am thirteen years old, and just back from a visit to Uncle Imrahil. And I am terrified.
As I dress, I watch my older brother sleep. He looks calm and happy in sleep. I hope he is. He has given so much for me; he gave me my childhood. Miserable, yes, but a childhood that he never had.
I'll make it up to him.
He will be the champion, the greatest. Forever. My gift to my brother. I will never beat him at anything, though perhaps I could. I will run second, in the shadows, silent and there for him always. None will challenge Boromir of Gondor's supremacy. I will not allow it. He deserves that much at the least. He deserves to be the hero of our people; and I shall be the scapegoat, for the sins of the people.
He seemed a little sad, but at the same time happy, if that could be. Sad, for he knew that he could no longer protect me, and happy that I was old enough to protect myself.
We spoke of everything under the sun last night, and some things that weren't, except our father. At dawn I went to speak to him.
My father was already at his desk, and he looked up as I came in. "So, I see you have returned." He growled. "Like the plague."
"Good morning, Lord father." I knelt to him, repeating the words I had been trained since birth to know. I kissed the ring that had cut me so many times, I knelt to the man who hated me, and who I loved so much. Mother loved him; he must have had a good heart in there somewhere, and I could feel it, under the surface of cold stone. He knew I could, but he would never show it to me. Hardly looking up, he replied to my oath, his eyes meeting mine only at 'Oath-breaking with vengeance'.
Well, he shall never have an opportunity to take vengeance on me. I intend to simply blend in with all the others, and if something must be done just to do it! I do not hope to be a great leader; I only aspire to be a good man; worthy of respect.
"Faramir, when we are alone, you are not to refer to me as father; I am your lord. Don't forget it." His eyes were on me, gauging how much that hurt me, and being satisfied with the results, for he said- "You may go."
My lord?
My lord.
"Yes, my lord." I said softly, shutting the door. "I will not forget."
Father!
Father...
I leaned against the door of his chambers, determined not to cry. I can't cry. I can't, I CAN'T! I gulp air into my lungs, wishing that the iron bands in my chest would loosen. My last grasp on my father has finally given way.
Oh, my dear father, will you not, or do you not see how much I love you?
I love you! I want to scream that at him. I want to tell him. I want to make him understand that I would do anything to please him, anything! But I can not, I can not…
My father is dead, long live my lord.
I don't care.
Then why does my heart hurt so?
I will not love again. It hurts, it hurts so much!