Written for the Tolkien_weekly "River" Challenge.
"No man ever steps in the same river twice," their father said as Faramir dipped a wary foot in the water then waded into the shallows.
"Why not?" Boromir looked up from digging a hole in the sand.
"The river is always changing—and so is the man."
"But it's still the Anduin, isn't it? And I will never change."
"I daresay you will not, my son," Denethor said with the faintest glint of a smile.
Squinting against the sun's reflected glare, Faramir watched the dreamlike sway and the flickering gleam and shadow as the river flowed over his feet.