This happened a year after Part 1 of Boromir's Little Brother.

16 year old Boromir was walking around the palace and when he passed the throne room he heard yelling coming from his father and little brother, Faramir.

"But Father..."
"You should really act more like your brother he loves his people and wouldn't want to wreck their property."
"Father, I do love my people and I would never want to wreck their property!"
"Really...Well,"
"I just wish you would love me the same way you love Boromir!"
After that final word out came running a crying Faramir.

Faramir ran to his room and started crying again. Why does his father hate him, he is always being compared to Boromir. Why can't you be more like Boromir. Boromir wouldn't fail me. He hated hearing it day after day because apparently everyday he would do something wrong.

Boromir went into the throne room to see what the fight was about.
"Hello Father."
"Oh, hello my son."
"Father what were you and Faramir fighting about?"
"Oh, Faramir went riding and his horse went crazy and crashed into a cart."
"Well that is no reason to yell at him like that. It was the horse's fault not his."
"Do not trouble me with who's fault you think it is. It was Faramir's he was the rider."
"I did the same thing when I was young and you said it was the horse's fault! Now Faramir does it and it it his? He loves you Father but you never give him credit for the great things he does, but when he makes the tiniest mistake, you jump down his throat saying he is worthless!"
With that final word Boromir stormed out of the throne room, then he thought of his brother and thought that he should go talk to him.

After a little while Faramir heard a knock at his door and in came his older brother.
"Faramir, are you alright?" Boromir asked with concern in his voice.
"I'm fine."
"Then why do I see tears in your eyes?" Boromir asked while taking a seat next to his little brother.
"I don't know Boromir. It's just...it's just I hate getting compared to you day after day. I know I'm not as good as you in somethings but he just makes me feel inferior to you at everything."
"Faramir, I can't say that i know how you feel, and I can't say that I understand. I can say though that you didn't deserve all of the yelling that father gave you today. Although may i ask whose cart you ran into?"
"I ran into the apple merchant's, he yelled at me a little and then i helped him pick up the apple and also pick new ones."
Boromir laughed very hard, mostly because he saw his brother smiling again.
"It's a good thing you helped fix what you broke."
"Boromir?" Faramir asked his brother.
"Yes?"
"Does father ever yell at you?"
"Sometimes when i'm defending you."
"Does he yell at you when you're not defending me?"
"Hardly ever, He thinks I'm perfect though I know I'm not. He should not compare you to me so much. You are better than me at somethings and at somethings we are equal."
"What am I better than you at?"
"You're a better reader, archer..."
"You don't get into history by being a good archer or reader. You get into history by being a good swordsman and being good with a spear. All the things you are good at."
"You also get into history by being a good strategist, something that I am no good at, but you are. Without a strategy being a good swordsman doesn't do you any good, unless you are caught by surprise."
"Thank you Boromir, that made me feel a lot better."
"Glad to hear it little brother." The brothers embraced and when they pulled away Boromir said,
"Maybe later today we should go do some target practice."
"I would like that very much." Faramir stated with delight.
"Alright then meet me at the range in an hour."
"Sounds good."

End of Part 2