Title: The man you were…
Author: Lilya
E-mail: lilya_thedreamer@hotmail.com
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Sometimes, certain words are not enough…
Main characters: Faramir & Boromir
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They belong to Tolkien, unfortunately…
Special thanks to my father, who helped me with the title.
Author's note: English is not my native tongue. If you find any mistake – which I'm sure you will – please correct me.
The man you were…How can I talk about you when I don't even know how I should call you – and 'tis really me, the one who had more skills with words than with swords.
They say that "father" is the sweetest name of all…You practically brought me up yourself. Even in my most distant memories, I can see your face. You loved me, educated me, spoiled me, cuddled me, supported me and, when need arose, you even lectured me like a father…but that was not who you were. Even if you tried to take the place of the man who is my real father and yet does not love me, I cannot call you so. You were too young to be my father, even if you tried.
Father…We have always been friends. You were my oldest and dearest friend. But even if friends like you are rare gems, even if friendship is counted as one of the greatest treasure of a Man, I cannot simply call you my friend.
Father, friend…We have fought together many and many times, in the yard of the palace and in the battlefields. Together we left and together we came back. We watched each other's back, because we were fellow-soldiers and it was just natural for us to do so.
We have fought together for Gondor. Each one of us has fought for the other. But I cannot call you my fellow-soldier or my commander.
Sure, the first name could express a part of our strong bond…but the second would cast over it a light of coldness that never was and never has been there.
Father, friend, fellow-soldier, commander…
You were my brother. If you had not been everything else, you'd always have been this. The bond that ties us in front of the world, but not the strongest.
Maybe there wasn't a bond stronger than the others, maybe there were not many bonds, but there had always been only one.
However, I cannot call you brother. As sweet as this name remains, in spite of the bitterness that tinges it now that you and I will never use it again to call each other but in my memories, I cannot call you so.
It is too little a thing. It is not enough.
Father, friend, fellow-soldier, commander, brother…There is only a name I can use, a name that to me will always mean all these things and much more.
Yours. Boromir.
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