FThe Wind Beneath My Wings
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine
You always walked a step behind
So I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strength
A beautiful face without a name
A beautiful smile to hide the pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
You're everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know I know the truth
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I wish I could be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Did I ever tell you you're my hero
You are everything I wish I could be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
You are the wind beneath my wings.
(RyanDan Song)
Boromir was watching Faramir, who was curled up under a blanket in the Ranger camp at Henneth Annun. The blanket was obviously a thin one, for the younger man was shivering violently. Boromir stood up, and gently laid his own cloak over the blanket, and spoke gently to the sleeping man. "You know, Faramir, I don't think anyone but me actually knows how strong you are. You are the strong one in this family, not me. All Gondorians know of my victories, but they don't know that you are the one responsible for their safety, day in, day out. You are the one who prevents bands of orcs from destroying their homes, almost every day, the one who takes down Haradrim and mumakil to protect them. They only hear about you when something has gone wrong, when a party slips through. They only know about the mistakes. They don't know the lengths you have gone through to defend them, they don't know that you are lying here, close to death from a poisoned dagger, taken to save the life of one of your rangers. And yet you always stand just behind me, out of the lime light, in my shadow and shade, letting me take the glory for your deeds, supporting my endeavours while no one supports yours, but for a small band of men. But really you are my sun, you are what causes my shadow, the source of all my supposed greatness. Not even Father knows. He would doubtless berate me for being here now, saying that standing here was doing you no good, and that our men need to see me in the field, for I am their sign, their banner. But, Brother, you are my banner, my sign. The wind beneath my wings. My hero."
A/N – Following the majority of reviews, I have expanded this into a longer story. It will hopefully be around 10 chapters long. I hope you enjoy.
