Ok, this is my second fanfic, I really hope you enjoy it. It's definitely not done, but I'll post
new chapters as they come along.
Love Always, Corriwyn.
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Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and characters are completely works of J.R.R.
Tolkien. The only character I claim as mine is Rhandë, and some of the other
residents of Minas Tirith.
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"I'll get you, Faramir!" announced a thirteen-year-old Boromir to an eight-year-
old Faramir, who was now scrambling up a tree. The two youths were in a
pretend sword fight, with their dull training swords and Faramir had been
chased into the tree by Boromir. Faramir had dropped his sword and Boromir
was charging in for the "final" blow.
"Don't Boromir!" Faramir frantically cried. He climbed a little higher after
seeing Boromir drop his sword and start to climb up.
"Faramir, stop this! I won!" Boromir was starting to get annoyed by
Faramir's escape antics and wanted badly to win and end their game.
"No you haven't! Not yet anyway!" declared Faramir, and with that, he
jumped from the tree and ran to Boromir's sword, which he picked up and
"stabbed" Boromir with.
"Ha! I win!" Faramir said gleefully. Boromir on the other hand, wasn't so
pleased.
"No fair! You can't do tha—you cheated!" Boromir was at a loss for words.
Just then, the midday horn rang throughout the city, down to the field in
which Boromir and Faramir were and had been playing.
"I'll race you to the tower!" Boromir shouted and took off running.
"Hey-" Faramir started, but it was useless to not take up his brother's
challenge, so he began to run after Boromir. Faramir caught up pretty fast,
since he definitely had speed, but Boromir had longer legs and it was a matter
of time before Boromir was very much ahead.
They ran the seven levels of their city to the tower. Boromir was in the
lead most of the way, but sometimes Faramir would pass him, who, would then
put on a spurt of speed which would leave Faramir long behind him.
They ran through markets and trading posts, through neighborhoods and
guards, running to see who would win. They were nearing the tower and were
both very much out of breath, when Faramir tripped. Boromir, not noticing,
kept on running, leaving Faramir behind.
He tagged the tower and declared, "I win!" Then he turned around to see
Faramir sitting on the ground, crying. Boromir was very concerned. He ran
back to Faramir, who was clutching a scraped knee.
"Faramir, are you okay?" asked Boromir, concerned and stooping on the
ground next to him.
"My-my knee!" sobbed Faramir, whose breeches had ripped; a bloody knee
showed through. Boromir ripped off the bottom part of his own tunic and
wrapped it around his younger brother's knee. Just then, Rhandë, one of Lord
Denethor's most trusted men of lore and the boys' teacher and guardian came
out of the tower. He saw Boromir helping Faramir to his feet.
"Boys! What happened?" Rhandë glanced from the boys' sweaty faces; from
Boromir's concerned face to Faramir's tear-streaked one. Boromir spoke for
both of them.
"We-we were playing in the field, when-, when we heard the midday horn.
We were racing and Faramir fell down and skinned up his knee."
"Faramir are you okay?" Rhandë looked, concerned, into Faramir's tear-
welled eyes. He nodded. "Well your father sent me to look for you two; he
wants you to come eat lunch right away, but, judging by the looks of you two,
he can wait a couple of minutes while we clean you boys up." He glanced from
the two sweaty faces: Faramir's teary face turned to Boromir with a look as if he
were the best brother in Middle Earth. He glanced at Boromir's ripped tunic,
Faramir's wrapped knee, and the bit of blood, standing out against the marble
white street.
"You boys definitely need to be cleaned up first." He concluded.
The boys nodded, and Rhandë gestured for them to go into the tower.
Then, turning back to where Faramir had fallen, Rhandë took out a
handkerchief and wiped the blood from the street and turned to follow them
up the stairs of the tower.
"Thanks." Faramir whispered to Boromir, still looking at his older brother
admirably. Boromir squeezed his brother's shoulder reassuringly and in return;
they continued walking up the spiral staircase. They finally got to their
chamber, with Rhandë right behind them.
new chapters as they come along.
Love Always, Corriwyn.
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Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and characters are completely works of J.R.R.
Tolkien. The only character I claim as mine is Rhandë, and some of the other
residents of Minas Tirith.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'll get you, Faramir!" announced a thirteen-year-old Boromir to an eight-year-
old Faramir, who was now scrambling up a tree. The two youths were in a
pretend sword fight, with their dull training swords and Faramir had been
chased into the tree by Boromir. Faramir had dropped his sword and Boromir
was charging in for the "final" blow.
"Don't Boromir!" Faramir frantically cried. He climbed a little higher after
seeing Boromir drop his sword and start to climb up.
"Faramir, stop this! I won!" Boromir was starting to get annoyed by
Faramir's escape antics and wanted badly to win and end their game.
"No you haven't! Not yet anyway!" declared Faramir, and with that, he
jumped from the tree and ran to Boromir's sword, which he picked up and
"stabbed" Boromir with.
"Ha! I win!" Faramir said gleefully. Boromir on the other hand, wasn't so
pleased.
"No fair! You can't do tha—you cheated!" Boromir was at a loss for words.
Just then, the midday horn rang throughout the city, down to the field in
which Boromir and Faramir were and had been playing.
"I'll race you to the tower!" Boromir shouted and took off running.
"Hey-" Faramir started, but it was useless to not take up his brother's
challenge, so he began to run after Boromir. Faramir caught up pretty fast,
since he definitely had speed, but Boromir had longer legs and it was a matter
of time before Boromir was very much ahead.
They ran the seven levels of their city to the tower. Boromir was in the
lead most of the way, but sometimes Faramir would pass him, who, would then
put on a spurt of speed which would leave Faramir long behind him.
They ran through markets and trading posts, through neighborhoods and
guards, running to see who would win. They were nearing the tower and were
both very much out of breath, when Faramir tripped. Boromir, not noticing,
kept on running, leaving Faramir behind.
He tagged the tower and declared, "I win!" Then he turned around to see
Faramir sitting on the ground, crying. Boromir was very concerned. He ran
back to Faramir, who was clutching a scraped knee.
"Faramir, are you okay?" asked Boromir, concerned and stooping on the
ground next to him.
"My-my knee!" sobbed Faramir, whose breeches had ripped; a bloody knee
showed through. Boromir ripped off the bottom part of his own tunic and
wrapped it around his younger brother's knee. Just then, Rhandë, one of Lord
Denethor's most trusted men of lore and the boys' teacher and guardian came
out of the tower. He saw Boromir helping Faramir to his feet.
"Boys! What happened?" Rhandë glanced from the boys' sweaty faces; from
Boromir's concerned face to Faramir's tear-streaked one. Boromir spoke for
both of them.
"We-we were playing in the field, when-, when we heard the midday horn.
We were racing and Faramir fell down and skinned up his knee."
"Faramir are you okay?" Rhandë looked, concerned, into Faramir's tear-
welled eyes. He nodded. "Well your father sent me to look for you two; he
wants you to come eat lunch right away, but, judging by the looks of you two,
he can wait a couple of minutes while we clean you boys up." He glanced from
the two sweaty faces: Faramir's teary face turned to Boromir with a look as if he
were the best brother in Middle Earth. He glanced at Boromir's ripped tunic,
Faramir's wrapped knee, and the bit of blood, standing out against the marble
white street.
"You boys definitely need to be cleaned up first." He concluded.
The boys nodded, and Rhandë gestured for them to go into the tower.
Then, turning back to where Faramir had fallen, Rhandë took out a
handkerchief and wiped the blood from the street and turned to follow them
up the stairs of the tower.
"Thanks." Faramir whispered to Boromir, still looking at his older brother
admirably. Boromir squeezed his brother's shoulder reassuringly and in return;
they continued walking up the spiral staircase. They finally got to their
chamber, with Rhandë right behind them.