Sad to say, I own none of this.
WHY THE WALLS ARE WHITE
"Faramir! Hey, Faramir!"
12-year old Faramir looked up from the book he was reading to see his brother Boromir grinning at him from the doorway. Boromir sauntered into Faramir's room and flopped into a chair.
"Guess what? Pop's going on a cruise!"
Faramir almost fell out of his chair. "Father? Our father on a cruise?!"
Boromir laughed at the look on his brother's face. "Yeah! It's going to be great! We won't have to study our school books, we won't have to eat our vegetables; this is going to be the best week ever!"
Faramir wasn't so sure. "Surely father has appointed our uncle Imrahil to take his place while he's gone – he will definitely make us eat our vegetables."
"Wait 'til I tell you!" Boromir swelled with pride. "Father has appointed me to take his place while he's gone!"
This time, Faramir really did fall out of his chair. "Father…you…steward…GONDOR?!"
Boromir just laughed and nodded.
"But…but…you're fourteen! We'll never survive! The city will be felled to the ground after a day! Did father take a knock on the head that he would suggest such a preposterous thing?!"
"Ha, ha," Boromir said, but he was too happy to let it get to him. He started to stroll out. "Pop's leaving tomorrow. I can't wait 'til you see what I have planned!"
He left as Faramir tried to start breathing again.