Okay, here goes. This is a revision of what I had done a few years ago. It follows the book and the movie in parts. Don't slam me for the original names, i'm not the greatest at that, but I think they're acceptable.The storywill be finished this time! R&R please, but don't be mean, that's just not cool.
I don't own LotR
Boromir stood atop the high tower, looking down on the city planned for his ruling. Denethor would be expecting him soon for dinner, but it could wait. The sunset was breathtaking that night, but Boromir had hardly noticed. He was busy gazing at the city of Minas Tirith below him. The people appeared to be ants; busily rushing to and fro before the last rays of daylight had escaped from the sky. The 14-year-old wondered if he would ever walk as one with the people below him, in the streets of his city. Denthor had kept a close eye on him since his mother's death, which Boromir had recently come to terms with, having been distracted by his rigorous military training. At this moment, though, he only wondered if he would ever again be allowed to stroll in the fields outside the gate, like he once had during a break from the battles that sometimes threatened the city. But Minas Tirith was strong, and would remain.
Boromir slowly advanced towards the steps that led to the great hall of the Steward. On his way down he ran into his younger brother, Faramir.
"Father was expecting you long before now, Boromir." the younger boy gasped. Boromir placed his arm around his shoulder and together they descended down the stairs.
"How about tomorrow, just the two of us," Boromir began, ignoring his brother's statement, "go down to the main part of the city and have some new kind of fun?"
"With other people, you mean?" Faramir asked, amazed. Boromir nodded. "Sure! That is, if father allows it." Faramir said, smiling widely at the thought of escaping the walls of the Steward's Hall.