This is the first Fic I ever wrote, only the second Fic I've put up on here, and certainly the first one I've ever let anyone read.
I've always had a great interest in the characters Boromir and Faramir, and this I kinda just wrote on impulse.
Nothing much happens here. It takes place as Faramir's troop are leaving on their suicide mission to Osgilliath, but for the most part it's in flashback, describing the night before Boromir's very first mission. Faramir is worried about his brother leaving for battle, and so sneaks out to Boromir's room in the soldiers quarters to see him.
Boromir would be about 15 here, making Faramir 9 or 10.
Any constructive reviews would be greatly appreciate, but bear in mind it's only my first Fic. Thanks.
The silver moonlight echoed through the open window, rippling across his white sheets, tangled around his body. It was to hot to sleep, even with the windows wide open. He tossed about his berth in restless irritation, his idle energy ablaze in his veins. His mind could not be altered from the thought of his brother, who was to leave on his first duty across the lands to join their father in battle come morning, and his heart was wrung with worry and longing.
Frustrated, he threw off his bed sheet and quietly clambered onto the window ledge, taking care not to disturb anyone who might have been awake in the halls.
The city was silent, and only the soft rhythm of insects was to be heard. Even now in the deep of the night, the heavy warmth of the sun seemed to radiate from the marble walls of the city. He leant further out of the bay, studying the sleeping streets, that he had seen a million times before, glisten in the twilight, as it seemed in the night to adopt a fresh mystical air, ready anew for exploring. He craned his neck over the roofs of houses above to catch a glimpse of the white tower, rising majestically out of the citadel, gleaming radiantly, set against the deep, lucid blue of the midnight sky, set with stars mapping the heavens.
Perhaps this was not the time for an adventure, but he could not stay in his thick aired room, writhing in sleeplessness alone. Carefully, he opened his door, slowly, silently begging it not to creak, as its incriminating screech had been the downfall of his untimely ventures on many occasions. His dark head peered about the corridors, checking that all the halls were free of any one who might impede his flight.
Satisfied that he was alone, he started down the hallway, his small bare feet slapping the marble ground. He spotted his exit, the looming wooden doors, adorned with carvings and decoration around two huge iron handles. His tiny hands clasped the great hoops, and he began to haul them open. The giant doors groaned, and he fell back in fright, desperately looking around to see if the noise had roused suspicion in his carers. He stepped back in defeat, contemplating another means of escape, when he saw an open window to the side of the doors.
A spark of pleasure lit up in his, as he spotted his chance anew, and he darted across the room to a small wooden chair and warily lifted to the window. Slowly he set it down, edging it closer, and clambering atop of it. Grasping the ledge he heaved himself up onto his knees, and turning around, slid down the outside wall until his stretching toes felt the ground outside. He stood up, grinning triumphantly at his playful getaway.
The street shimmered under the faint light of the stars, and the careworn walls of the city seemed bright and new. The long path up into the citadel courtyard stretched out in front of his, and he started up it. The city was asleep, the streets abandoned, and he felt a thrill of freedom and he darted through the beautiful calm gardens, stretching his hands up and running them through the soft drooping leaves of the willow tree. He crept up through the courtyard of the citadel. There were no guards at the doors and the walls of the courtyard were unmanned, as many of the guard were already stationed in Dol Amroth, preparing for battle. He stopped at the fountain and watched as the sad wilting tree trickled a drop onto the water, scattering the reflection of the bright moon.
Quietly he pushed open the smaller doors at the side of the great halls and began to tread softly down the long that stretched along, a steering path to many doors, behind which important council beyond his knowledge took place. He turned and started up a set of winding stairs, momentarily catching a glimpse of his tussled head staring back at his in the gleaming polished floor. Atop of the staircase, a door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, peering inside.
To his delight, there was a figure sat up in bed at the far side of the room, his dark form backlit by the moonlight streaming through a window.
Alerted to his presence by the flooding of dim candlelight into the room, he looked up, shoulder length raven hair falling over his face.
He spotted him in the doorway; standing apprehensively, his ill fitting nightshirt hanging off his small shoulders, still trailing his sheets behind him like a child's comfort blanket. His head was tilted, and the dark tufts of his thick hair seemed to glow in the light behind him.
He frowned scoldingly to see him out of bed, and for a moment wondered how the smaller child had made his way up to the soldier's quarters unchallenged, but soon cast the thought from his mind, as nothing he did surprised him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his face softened and he sighed defeatedly as he was met with a face of childish innocence.
He smiled and beckoned him further inside. The child, seeing his expression raced across the room towards him. Leaning down, he slipped his arm under his and lifted the smaller boy up beside him. He grinned at him, glad of the company, as he too was restless in the wakeful night.
He began to quieten him, but he himself began to laugh quietly, and threw back his coverlets for him to climb in. He pulled the coverings about him as the worried child nuzzled into his chest, and he looked down on him lovingly.
And here he lay as the night passed, watching his brother's stern featured, handsome face as he slept, and willing the hindrance of the dawn.
