Faramir and Boromir stood by their father's carriage as Denethor made sure he had all his luggage packed. When he was sure all his junk…er, stuff was there, he turned to Boromir.

"Take care of the city while I'm away. I'm sure you'll make the right choices about everything." He patted Boromir on the head. "Farewell, my son."

Boromir nodded solemnly. "Good-bye, father." But when Denethor turned to Faramir, he started laughing silently. Oh, Denethor had made a hugemistake putting Boromir in charge of the entire city for a week! And Boromir was going to enjoy every minute of his father's mistake.

Faramir straightened when his father turned to him, hoping his father would at least say good-bye to him as well.

Denethor just scowled and got into his carriage.

Faramir sighed, but his heart lifted when his father poked his head out the window as the carriage pulled away.

"Remember, Boromir: think like me and you'll never fail!"

Faramir deflated again as Denethor pulled his head back in the carriage and rode away.

Boromir patted his brother on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Faramir. Father likes you…he just likes me better."

Faramir rolled his eyes. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

Boromir just shrugged as he started to jog back to the castle. "Come on, little bro. I'll let you pick what color lawn furniture we're getting."

Faramir nodded, then realized what Boromir had said. He stopped. "We're getting lawn furniture?"

Boromir turned back to look at Faramir and grinned. "Pop never said we couldn't. And after all-I'm the big cheese this week." He laughed and continued back to the castle.