For His Brother, For His Father
A Lord of the Rings fanfiction by Eowyn Shadeslayer
For his brother, for his father….
He would ride out for them, out to face whatever lay ahead, He would go against his own mind, to fight and die, for them.
For his brother….
He would avenge his death, do as he would have done. Boromir had been such a warrior, and yet he was killed by three arrows, imbedded in the proper places, left to float down the cold river with his cloven horn at his side; and honorable death, but death all the same.
For his father….
He wanted to make him proud, just for once, wanted to be given Denethor's approving glance, as his brother had. The only glances Faramir had ever attracted form his father were scornful, mockery of the quiet boy who favored dreaming on the sun-soaked window-seat in the library to practicing sword work in the yard.
The sweat lathered horse charged forward, towards the orc-infested city.
He wished he was back in his chambers…but he could not be. He had to make them proud of him.
Make them proud. Make them proud. Make them proud….
The dart struck him with a dull thud, just above his already aching heart. The superficial wound pumped poison into his blood. Darkness swirled over his eyes; cold flowed through his limbs….
Make them proud.