"Come, brother, spar with me."
"I don't want to."
"Must you bury that nose of yours in old books all the time?"
"I like it."
"I don't. Please, Faramir."
"I don't want to."
"Fine. Do as you please."
I shook off the old memory and approached the river. It had been four years since since Aragorn was crowned king. Four since my brother, Boromir, was killed.
I felt a wave of sadness wash over me as I studied the statue erected in his honor, carved from the age old hands that had carved thousands of statues in his time, our own marble worker.
The statue of Boromir faced the river, hands cupping a horn he was just raising to his lips to call. His features were detailed and made with care. The marble worker, an old servant in my father's household, had known Boromir since he was a lad. "It ain't skill that guides my hands." He told me as he worked. "It's love."
Eowyn walked over to me, our son lay curled in her arms. She let her eyes travel over Boromir's statue, the proud face, the upraised arms, the small smile that lifted his stone lips. "He visited Rohan once or twice bearing messages from your father. He was a noble man."
"Yes." I let my face look down at her instead of Boromir, and she looked back up at me. She smiled and placed one hand on my cheek. "You should be proud of him."
"I am." I replied. She let her eyes soften as our son stirred and made an offended noise. Eowyn had rather dangled him when she'd stroked my cheek.
He spotted me, and instantly his bad temper evaporated. He cooed and held out his arms. "Papa, papa." I took him into my own arms and held him close, feeling the tiny body snuggle against my own.
"He looks a little like your brother, doesn't he?" Eowyn squinted against the setting sun, peering at the statue facing the water. The statue stared out over the river.
I smiled as I spotted a flash of my brother in my son, the way he smiled, the way he laughed. "A little."
"Come, it's getting late. Aragorn will be missing you." We turned and walked back together at the twinkling lights from the city, close to each other.
And beyond the river, a horn sounded.
A/N: Faramir/Eowyn are just so cute….and Boromir needs a little bit of love too. Like and review!