In Memory: Boromir, Prologue
By Faramir
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, and some quotes are from the movie.
I followed them, although I knew I shouldn't have. It was a bad idea. My father was angry, my brother annoyed. I had to know what was going on.
Perhaps before I tell you what happened, I should explain who I am. You would like to know, wouldn't you?
Well I am Faramir, younger son of Denethor and his wife Finduilas. My father is the Steward of Gondor, and my mother is dead. She died when I was five years old. Since then, my father has grown to hate me, although I don't know why. He greatly loves my older brother Boromir.
My brother is very strong, and stubborn. He has cared for me since we were children, and we love each other. He is my best friend.
Father pulled Boromir aside as we celebrated in the ruins of Osgiliath. Boromir had defeated the enemy, so we were merry.
I followed them to a quieter place and hid myself in the sea of people surrounding the area. Father started talking urgently to Boromir, saying something about the One Ring and Rivendell. Boromir shouted something about not going to Rivendell.
"If there is need to go to Rivendell," I said, coming out of the crowds, "send me in his stead." My father sneered at me. He thought I was worthless, and I knew that. But I also knew my brother didn't want to leave home.
"No," Denethor said. "I trust this mission only to your brother. The one who will not fail me." Father glared at me, but I looked at my brother. Boromir smiled sadly. There was nothing we could do. We would both unhappy.
A few days later, Boromir left. As he galloped away on his beloved horse, he told me to "remember today, little brother." Tears filled my eyes as I watched him leave, knowing I would not see him again for a long time, if at all. This was a dangerous mission on which my father had sent him, and I had a feeling my brother would not be coming back.
As I returned to my rooms, I picked up my stuffed dog Anárion, whom I had named after my ancestor. His son was a King of Gondor.
I clung to Anárion as I had when I was young. My mother had given the dog to me when I was a baby, and I used to cuddle it tightly at night. Anárion was my best friend, and I knew he always would be.
As a ranger of Ithilien, I was often out and rarely home. But Anárion was always waiting for me when I returned.
I squeezed the stuffed animal, scared. I feared that my father had sent my brother to his death, and I knew that Denethor would grumpy as long as his oldest was away. I did not wish to be around my father when he was moody, but I had no choice. I wish he had let me take the journey to Rivendell, instead of my beloved brother. Like I said earlier, I had a horrible feeling that Boromir would not be coming back.
To Be Continued...