What is Crooked Cannot Be Made Straight
(Writer's note: I have wanted to write a Faramir/Boromir brotherly love story for a -very- long time, and I think I finally got the inspiration to do it. The chapters will be like separate stories, but all connected.)
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He had left for Rivendell to find the answer to a dream - a dream we both had. I think about him everyday, and miss him terribly. It has been days upon months since he left Minas Tirith. Often do I come to the waters of the Anduin. It is a sad reason why. Our enemies captured Osgiliath before my brother departed. I sit by the shore keeping watch over the once fair city.
The quiet lets my mind wander, though my eyes still keep watch. I wish you were here, my brother. I feel a deep sorrow in not knowing what has become of you.
The new moon shows pale over the moving water. It is the midnight hour. Naught is stirring.
What is this that my eyes see?
A boat is floating by. I do not recognize its fashion, but there appears to be a faint glow around it. I'm feeling drawn it it's side. I rush to the banks, and wade into the River. The boat comes nearer, within arms reach.
My breath runs still. A warrior lies within a crystal coffin of water. I know him. It cannot be! For it is my brother! What has become of you? Why is your sword broken? There are many wounds I cannot count them all.
I knew you once. I know you still.
But this cannot be my brother! Though it is his beloved face. I stay my hand from touching it, for his face is in peace and I will spoil what peace is left for him. His gear, his sword, but where is his horn?
'Boromir!' I cry. 'Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? Oh Boromir!'
His ears hear no more. His mouth speaks no more.
The boat has been caught by the stream and rides away. I find it hard to move, for now I am doubtful to what has happened. Have I missed my brother so dearly that my mind has conjured this beautiful yet horrible sight?
I find that it is not. For I am awake, and there is no room for dreams now in this dark hour. My father needs to know, and I the one need tell him.
(Writer's note: I have wanted to write a Faramir/Boromir brotherly love story for a -very- long time, and I think I finally got the inspiration to do it. The chapters will be like separate stories, but all connected.)
* * *
He had left for Rivendell to find the answer to a dream - a dream we both had. I think about him everyday, and miss him terribly. It has been days upon months since he left Minas Tirith. Often do I come to the waters of the Anduin. It is a sad reason why. Our enemies captured Osgiliath before my brother departed. I sit by the shore keeping watch over the once fair city.
The quiet lets my mind wander, though my eyes still keep watch. I wish you were here, my brother. I feel a deep sorrow in not knowing what has become of you.
The new moon shows pale over the moving water. It is the midnight hour. Naught is stirring.
What is this that my eyes see?
A boat is floating by. I do not recognize its fashion, but there appears to be a faint glow around it. I'm feeling drawn it it's side. I rush to the banks, and wade into the River. The boat comes nearer, within arms reach.
My breath runs still. A warrior lies within a crystal coffin of water. I know him. It cannot be! For it is my brother! What has become of you? Why is your sword broken? There are many wounds I cannot count them all.
I knew you once. I know you still.
But this cannot be my brother! Though it is his beloved face. I stay my hand from touching it, for his face is in peace and I will spoil what peace is left for him. His gear, his sword, but where is his horn?
'Boromir!' I cry. 'Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? Oh Boromir!'
His ears hear no more. His mouth speaks no more.
The boat has been caught by the stream and rides away. I find it hard to move, for now I am doubtful to what has happened. Have I missed my brother so dearly that my mind has conjured this beautiful yet horrible sight?
I find that it is not. For I am awake, and there is no room for dreams now in this dark hour. My father needs to know, and I the one need tell him.