A/N: This is a working progress. No Faramir/Eowyn. No slash. Can be book, or movie verse. I'm personally going with movie because David is very beautiful. Desperately trying to not make it a Mary-Sue. This fanfiction has been keeping me up for nights, distracting me during school, and has been causing me severe mental distress. Before I throw it into darkness, and let the dust bunnies live on it, I need to at least give it a go. so...here's my really small green light for go...Happy Holidays!

DISCLAIMER: Dear Santa, for Christmas, I want Faramir because I do not own him or any other characters mentioned unless otherwise stated.

"He wants me and my men in Ithilien now"

"--and mine in Osgiliath"

The two sons of Gondor conversed in the elder's office. Boromir, who always had a hint of over-confidence, was slouched in his chair, with a glass of wine residing in his hand. His hair seemed bothered, and he wore a timid, reserved expression, which was unlikely.

However, Timid and reserved were no strangers to the face of the younger brother, who's eyes wondered through the glass of the window. There was always something on Faramir's mind. Something about it is that nobody could ever tell what, exactly. Not even him, when times where dark. It was never uncommon for the second born to be less outspoken than the first, but he pursued it. Still, he was Gondor's finest Captain.

"When does Father want you out there?", Boromir asked him. Faramir turned to him.

"At nightfall", he replied, and walked from the window. He took seat opposite his brother, a busy desk between them.

"I do not know what he thinks you'll find there. He knows in Osgiliath is where we really need you", Boromir said, taking a sip of wine. Faramir said nothing, and he took a second look.

"You do not want to be in Osgiliath", Boromir said, statement wise.

A smile played around Faramir's lips.

"No, he does not want me there".

"Steward of Gondor sends his son to the woods only to get eaten alive by locusts after having a miserable time!", Boromir laughed.

Faramir smiled.

"Funny"

"No", replied Boromir, setting his glass down.

"Do you want to know what is funny? This", he said, pointing to his left cheek. It was red, and Faramir could make out a hand print.

"What happened?", he asked.

"Well", he started.

"Remember that one maiden who I--"

"--Yes, the maiden that you..."

"Mmm. Then I remembered she had a similar looking sister...So, we wake up this morning...and I say 'Good morning, Elena'---her sister's name",Boromir then clicked his tongue, and pointed to his cheek. Faramir chuckled.

"You deserved it"

"I did not. It was not my fault both of them were alike", he said.

"In more ways then one", he added lowly to himself.

Faramir smiled, catching the last comment.

"Perhaps you are just looking in the wrong places", Faramir suggested, more amused than concerned for Boromir.

Boromir scoffed.

"I am not looking at all!"

Faramir raised his eyebrows.

Boromir then pointed a finger at him.

"It is you who needs to look"

"What you want and what I want are two different things, we both know that", Faramir said in his own defense.

"..and what I want, you cannot get by just looking", he added.

Not wanting to open any subjects on women, marriage, the future, or any uncomfortable topics, he stood up, and headed toward the door.

"Good luck in Osgiliath", he said, looking last at his brother.

"Ditto, little brother", Boromir replied.

Faramir closed the door behind him, and headed down the hall.

It was, however, unclear what Faramir really wanted out of life.

A/N:ahhhh please review. I don't care if its the meanest comment ever, just something to know that this doesn't sound like a total cheesefest, and the means to continue with this fic!! This chapter was just laying groundwork, just some ..brotherly stuff..but if you review, I promise it'll turn out to be everything and more!! Thanks!