-1Disclaimer: Do I have to do this every time? Surely someone must know that I don't own anything to do with lord of the rings? (except the set of DVD's) I don't own Faramir or Boromir either,so Peter Jackson and Tolkien, relax, they shall be returned unharmed.
(Boromir succumbs to evil power of ring and gets shot.)
Oops.
P.s special thanks to CaptiveFaRaMiRheart for the review. This fics for you! Sorry it's so sad! I tried to write humourous but the bunnies ambushed me. (blame the bunnies)
Anyway, enjoy the fic.
Faramir ran up to his brother, sealing him in a tight embrace, the tears running down the child's face as he was reconciled with his brother.
Boromir held his little brother just as eagerly, wishing with all his heart that he could take away some of the pain that their father inflicted upon the lost soul tightening it's grip around his neck. Gently, the Gondorian captain loosened the grip and looked deep into his brothers eyes. Unsure as to what he would find there.
As he expected, the child's face was a mirror of misery, sadness and…fear?
"Why are you sad, little brother?" Boromir queried, concern etching his features.
Faramir shook his head, not wanting to dispel the happiness of the moment that he got to see his brother again. In his life there were so few times he felt happy, and he was going to make sure he saved them.
"Nothing brother, I, I just thought you were, well dead. I mean, I had heard father talking to his ministers last night and then he turned to me and said…" Faramir turned his face into his brothers armour, not wanting his brother to see him cry.
Boromir turned his brothers face towards him and engulfed him in a hug that seemed to Faramir to hold all of the love he had longed for from his father and never gotten.
Boromir led his brother back into Minas Tirith, and whispered into the child's ear;
"I'll always be with you, as long as you remember me"
Faramir stood on the banks of the river, holding the two shattered pieces of horn as he realised the awful truth, Boromir, wasn't coming home.
There was to be no more celebrations with him when they had returned victorious from a gruelling battle, no more times when Boromir would protect him from his fathers vicious onslaught of hate with kind words and the kind of love that only a brother could give.
As Faramir collapsed in the water with the overflowing tide of grief, a faint whisper travelled to the grief-stricken young man.
"I'll always be with you, as long as you remember me…"
Faramir stood up wearily, looking to the heavens as he knew now that he would never be alone again.
"I'll never forget brother, I'll remember forever."
Well, another story is placed onto the internet. Another chance for reviewers to tell me what they think. But please, if you hated it, don't flame me (The plot bunnies don't like heat that much, it's the singed whiskers I think) so please be nice.
Till the next fan-fic then, weary traveller.
Namaarie (farewell)
Redandsilver4eva.
