Poem, Heir and Spare
Authors note: This is a poem I wrote about Boromir and Faramir, and how Faramir was always in the shadow of Boromir.
Yet between the brothers there was great love, and had been since childhood. When Boromir was the helper and protector of Faramir.
So even if Faramir would never think that Boromir saw him as less, it would have to mean a lot to him that there was someone who held him in just as high regard as his brother.
Aragorn.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Ring, I only borrow parts of it and shall return them as soon as I am done. Completely undamaged, as I am certain it will be impossible to see where we glued the pieces back together.
Please review this so that I know what you think.
/Elenhin
The Heir and the Spare
You are the heir and our fathers pride.
He has little use of me.
I am the spare.
They all have their eyes on you.
Overlooking me.
They call out their blessings for you.
Prays for the Gods to keep you safe.
They see you as their future.
They dread to hear you have fallen.
For should that word be brought here.
They would turn their eyes away.
For standing there would be I.
The spare where the heir should be.
We were not always called that.
Heir and Spare.
Our mother called us her sons.
We were her brave knights.
You always called me little brother.
Never your spare.
In your eyes I was always worthy.
Your pride meant so much to me.
It was all I ever had.
Until your King became mine.
He saw you as the heir.
The noble man you were.
He saw me as well.
As more than just the spare.