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Faramir was getting the strange feeling that his father was warming up to Naruto, or rather what he saw as a younger blonde Boromir. Faramir remembered how that started very well indeed.

Flash back

Boromir was training Naruto in the art of the sword and shield in a courtyard at Mirth Tirith, while Faramir was reading under a tree nearby while tossing the occasional comment their way. Boromir had been using the drill methods they teach Gondoren elite as though it were a game with Naruto. Naruto for his part was a natural at this, though he needed to work on his footing more.

"Naruto, you are doing well. I am proud of you, but we should stop for today." Boromir spoke as he was clearly impressed with his son's growth rate in skill. Boromir knew that Naruto would become one of the best there was in Gondor. He could feel it in every fiber of his being.

"Ooh come on…I am not tired! Just one more time?" Naruto begged as he truly enjoyed this training. Naruto was a little antisocial. He did not get along well with the children from other noble families as they were not the rough and tumble kind that he was.

Boromir laughed at Naruto's begging. "Naruto, there is more to life than training, though I agree that we should try and do it more often." Ever since Boromir had adopted Naruto, he had been paying close attention to Gondor's people. Boromir took back lands that were lost and strengthened the country's hold on them. He was slowly reversing the progression of decay that Gondor had been going though since the death of the kings. Boromir also spent a lot of time around Naruto- taking him with him where ever he could, even on campaign trails, despite the protest of the nobles and to a lesser extent, his brother.

Unbeknownst to Boromir or Naruto, Denethor was watching them- but he was not seeing what most would see. Denethor was having a flash back to when Boromir spoke the same exact words that Naruto had used. Denethor no longer saw a blonde kid that Boromir had taken in out of pity…no, he saw a young little Boromir in Naruto's place.

Faramir was much more observant then his brother and nephew. He saw his father as soon as the man had stepped into the courtyard. Faramir noticed that his father was looking at Naruto intently…almost as if he were….Boromir? Faramir realized at that moment what was happening- that his father saw Naruto as a younger Boromir. Faramir sighed as he went back to his book. He also made a mental note to watch how this was going to play out.

Flash back end

After that day, Denethor had taken to the role of grandfather very quickly…maybe too quickly as it seemed he did a one-eighty in his opinion of Naruto. Boromir had not noticed the change, but he was a little mad that his father made him stop taking Naruto out into dangerous territory. Denethor had also started to teach Naruto how to use a shield and spear while Boromir was away.

For Naruto this was totally new…but welcome. He had a family now, though he needed to make some friends. Naruto was wearing a tunic with a white tree on the front and back, he also wore black pants. He was always trailed by two Citadel Guards by the order of Denethor. At the time he was wandering the streets of Mirth Tirith. Naruto was always in awe of his new home. It was beautiful and it had nearly everything. Naruto was sure that this was one of the best places in the world.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE BRATS!" Naruto heard someone shout for a moment he thought they were talking about him, but that thought was soon dispelled as he saw a boy his age turning the corner in fount of him holding a younger girl's hand tightly as they ran. They appeared to be siblings, with a strong familiar appearance. Unfortunately for the pair, the turn they took was directly in fount of Naruto. They ended up colliding with him. The guards are watching the newcomers carefully for any sign of threat to the young lord. Naruto and the boy got up at the same time. The boy saw that Naruto was kind of in shock. He could tell by the way Naruto was dressed that he was a noble's son and the fact that there were two armored soldiers staring at him made him think Naruto was the son of an important noble. Naruto could tell the boy was nervous. He had dirty black hair and was wearing rag-tag clothes. His sister was no better. Naruto also noticed a loaf of bread tucked under the boy's arm. Ducking their heads, the pair began to sidle away.

Just as Naruto was about to speak, a large man came running towards the group. "I got you now, you damned thieves!" The large man exclaimed. He came to a stop in front of the group and failed to notice the guards or the way Naruto was dressed. "So you brats went to meet your partner huh? Well, I'll make sure you don't steal from me again." The man took a threatening step forward, only to be blocked by the two Citadel Guards both with a hand on their hilt. The man seeing this, looked down at the new boy and realized that this was the kid lord Boromir had proclaimed his son….."I've done it now." the man thought.

"Look, those brats stole bread form my shop and they need to be punished." The man (eyes wide) tried to explain to the guards, but as he took a step closer- the guards once again blocked his path. Naruto looked at the kids, then to the man. "How much?" Naruto asked simply (he was allowed a stipend).

The man looked dumbly at Naruto before replying, "What?"

Naruto sighed heavily. "How much for the loaf?" Naruto asked as if it was the simplest thing in the world. While most of the crowd that had been drawing only gaped at the sight. "Here. Would this do?" Naruto questioned as he handed over a reasonable amount of his money to the man. Of course the man accepted and bowed before running off- money clutched tightly in his fist and his heart pounding.

Naruto then turned to the two stunned street orphans. "What do you want to be when you grow up? What are your names?" That took both of them by surprise. Why would a noble son want to know anything about them?

Finally the boy spoke. "My name Boronecthel and I want to be a…..Ranger." The boy spoke the last part quietly as he was nervous. "And this is my sister Celebrennil, she is not really a talker, but I knew she wants to be a healer."

Naruto looked at the two before an idea popped up in his head. "Are there many orphans like you?" .

The pair looked at each other before the boy spoke up with a simple "Yes."

"Well then, maybe I could talk to Grandpa into starting up a program for orphans to become apprentices." The two guards shared a look of disbelief. The plan the boy had came up with was so simple…..yet no one else had seen it. It would not only solve Gondor's orphan problem, but also increase the population in specialized fields. BUT, they both realized, Denethor would have to agree to it….and that was by no means a sure thing.

Naruto seemed to think about it before speaking. "You know what? Let's go see Grandpa now. Come with me, you two." Naruto spoke to the two orphans and they followed him, not knowing what else to do. The two guards looked at Naruto in mingled surprise and disbelief. He would bring these…children in front of Lord Denethor?

Boronecthel and his sister Celebrennil did not know what was going on. One second they were out on the streets, the next walking into the…white tower! That meant that Naruto was the son of a VERY important noble and he may just be able to pull off his plan. Their hope lasted until they saw lord Denethor rise from his throne and greet Naruto with his usual "how's my favorite grandchild' thing. Then they trembled as they realized that life had just changed for them forever- either for good or ill.

Denethor was less then pleased when his grandson brought these two …children to his court room, but he listened to Naruto's plan. Thinking it through, Denethor was amazed by the idea. His grandchild was a genius, he decided. He nodded to himself. He was sure that he could not have asked for a more perfect son, "I mean grandson.", he quickly amended to himself. Denethor decided to add a rule to Naruto's idea. He would give the title Master of Craft, only if the proposed master agreed to train at least two apprentices. That would ensure city artisans would accept the orphans. He looked back to Naruto's gray eyes…..no blue eyes. "How silly of me" he thought. "Gray is Boromir's eye color." "Naruto does kind of look like Boromir." Denethor decided, mentioning it to a nearby courtier, who stared at Naruto- trying (and failing) to see even the smallest resemblance.

A pleased smile spread across Naruto's face at his grandfather's pronouncement. His grandfather liked his idea, so that meant he….had a training partner and perhaps also a friend. Naruto turned to the his granddad. "Can I go out training with Boronecthel? He wants to be a ranger, so he would have to learn to use a sword….besides it would be fun to spar against someone my height."

Denethor was lost in thought looking at Naruto…and seeing young Boromir. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he realized Naruto had spoken. Thinking back, he recalled his words. Smiling, he nodded. "Of course you can, Boromir…eh, Naruto, but take them to get better…clothing and perhaps also a bath." Watching Naruto leave the hall, Denethor reflected that he had always loved that fighting spirit in his son Boromir…grandson Naruto, he reminded himself hastily. Denethor also had another reason he was allowing Naruto to be friends with this commoner- it would drive the nobles mad. It was enough to bring another smile to Denethor's face.

Back on the campaign trail, Boromir wished he could have brought his son with him. He missed Naruto, but supposed his father had a point- it WAS dangerous, even with precautions. Straightening up in his saddle, he waved the men forward. They were about to attack an orc outpost. Moving forward stealthily, came close to the camp. There was still no sign the Orcs had noticed them. Dismounting, Boromir unsheathed his sword and motioned the men forward again. They entered the camp and discovered that the orcs were….dead. He ordered his men to search the camp. As he began to look around himself, he found something that he did not expect- a wounded rider of Rohan. Boromir knelt down by the man. Opening his eyes, the man gasped "So a son of Gondor has finally come." He coughed weakly, blood speckling his lips. "My party attacked this orc encampment earlier today. We were successful, but when orc reinforcements arrived, my men were forced to flee with the orcs in hot pursuit." Turning his head, the soldier coughed up bright red blood- a signal to Boromir the man was beyond their help. "I have a message to deliver to Lord Denethor in my jacket. It is essential,…" the man's voice trailed off. His eyes pled with Boromir, but then turned milky as death claimed him. Boromir gently closed the soldier's eyes, then opened his jacket. As stated, there was a message scroll tucked into an inside pocket. He read it quickly, frowned, then read it again more slowly this time. Shaking his head, he turned sharply to his men. "We make for Mirth Tirith- as fast as we can."