The first few lines are from Movie.
I do not own LOTR...
"You wish now that I had died and Boromir had lived."
"Yes I wish that."
"Since you were robbed of him I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return think better of me father."
"That will depend on the manner of your return."
Faramir looked at his feet as he walked out.
"A soldier doesn't cry." He thought as he walked towards the door.
A few more steps and he would be free of the stare of the soldiers and guards.
"Sir."
Faramir stopped
Faramir looked up.
Famel stood before him." Have you decided if we will take the river, sir?"
What could he do?
To not defend the river would be death for defying his father's wishes, but to take it would be suicide and manslaughter on his part.
Faramir grasped Famel's shoulders, but spoke to all in the hall.
"Mount your horses we ride in an hour's time."
Shouts of "Hurrah!" echoed through the Great Hall.
Faramir left with no other words.
Faramir laid a hand on the stone of his fallen brother's shrine.
Tears flooded his eyes and burned his cheeks. His knees objected to their prolonged contact to the hard stone floor.
Yes, he to wished that he had died. Everyone would have been happier.
He took his hand from the inscription:
'ANE BELEG ALDA FALLA DEA'
And put it to his face, where he cried.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder; it was light like a feather.
A woman stood behind him. Her gray eyes red from crying also.
He laid his hand on hers; she looked down as if she'd only just realized he was there.
"Oh, I'm…sorry."
She turned to leave.
"No, wait."
She stopped. He stood behind her a grasped her shoulder while he whispered in her ear.
"Are you mourning for my brother?
She shook her head.
"No, I do not mourn for the dead."
"No?"
"No." Her voice was full of fresh tears.
She turned towards him, and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Your brother was the fallen son of the steward?"
"Yes."
"So, you are the Steward's son as well?"
Faramir paused.
"I am no son of Denethor's."
"Oh."
"What do you mourn?" He asked as he pulled her closer.
Eowyn pushed him away.
"No, it …it is silly."
She made to walk away. Faramir grasped her hand. Her eyes filled with fresh tears.
She buried her eyes in to his shirt.
"The man I love does not love me in return."
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. He knew how it felt to love and feel no compassion from the loved.
He held her trembling body for what seemed like hours, lost in the smell of her hair, and the lightness of her frame.
Her pale fingers clutched to him as if he were a rock in a treacherous storm.
She soon fell asleep in his warm embrace.
Some where in the distance a trumpet sounded, beckoning the two lovers from their dreams.
Faramir took Eowyns face in his course hands.
"For now I ride to battle. I can only hope to return to you."
And he kissed her once more.
THE END