~Faramir is in Ithilien and his brother Boromir is gone to Rivendell, Faramir can't help but think about when he was 15 and his brother came to comfort him after he had the most horrible dream.
After hearing a scream Boromir burst into his brother's room very concerned for him, "Faramir what's wrong?"
"I had the most horrible dream." Faramir replied his eyes shining with tears in his eyes. Boromir, taking a seat next to his brother and pulling him into an embrace asked him,
"What was your dream brother?" Faramir was having a problem trying to explain it, his dream was about his older brother.
"Well...I...I... I had a dream about you. You had left Osgiliath and had been away for a while and then i was standing on the edge of a river bank and i saw a boat coming. I didn't recognize it's make, and it didn't look like anyone was in it, but then it came closer to me and I saw that there was someone in the boat, you. You were dead and... your sword was in shards. When i looked down i saw your horn and it was split in two. Then i woke up." After Faramir was finished describing his dream he felt that he had tears in his eyes and one made it's way down his cheek. "Faramir,"
When Boromir said his name he looked up to his brother
"Faramir, I do not plan to go anywhere anytime soon. Someday we may part, yes, and it will be most likely me that goes first, but know this little brother. I love you and i will always be watching over you even when i am a hundred miles away."
Hearing his brother's words of comfort helped Faramir a lot but he could not stop himself from crying. Boromir got up and Faramir laid back down in his bed, Boromir stayed until his brother was sound asleep and then walked out of Faramir's room and went to his own and laid down in his bed and went to sleep.