Eyes of my king
I would have followed
... and I come.
"The day will come brother when we both lay a glance at Gondor's king." ~Faramir~
He breathed heavily. Soon, I will have no more left. Boromir heard sounds of combat. Then, it was silent. Footsteps. He opened his eyes and saw Aragorn. My brother. My captain. My king. He remembered words his little brother had said long ago: The day will come brother when we both lay a glance at Gondor's king. That they both would look in his eyes one day. I fear it will be my first and last time. Faramir, brother, forgive me. I will not return. "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail," promised Aragorn and carefully took his head in his hands. Never would I have thought otherwise. He would not be disappointed. Not when this man would lead their people. Their people. He managed a smile. "Our people, our people. I would have followed you, my brother... my captain... my king," he replied. Aragorn returned it and, in his eyes, he could see proof that he was indeed passing away. Faramir, little brother, I am sorry. I wish I could have returned to you. I wish I could have followed my king. Then he had no more breath left. My time has not come and yet... Forgive me. "Be at peace, Son of Gondor," mumbled Aragorn, kissed his brother's forehead and closed his eyes. "You will be missed," he added while placing the sword in his hands. "You will be missed."
" Aye, I believe you brother. As do I believe that our king will love you as much as I do." ~Boromir~
He dreamed but not of light. If only... the darkness would fade. If only I had the strength to open my eyes. Faramir welcomed the peace around him. Battle was over. Father would be disappointed. I failed him... again. He would not want me to wake. If only, Boromir would return. He remembered words his brother had once said: Our king will love you as much as I do. But Boromir, I see no king. I heard of no king. I only expect his coming. I see no li... And then he saw it. A light that was growing and he heard a voice saying his name. With hope and renewed strength, he opened his eyes and saw him. His king was bending over him and looked in his eyes. And he answered it. "My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?" he spoke with a light of knowledge and love kindled in his eyes. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I greet you son of Gondor. I am glad you returned to us. I do command nothing, only do I ask you to rest and heal," his king answered, withdrawing the hand which had laid on his forehead. Faramir nodded and closed his eyes again. Now, he was surrounded by light not darkness. A king I will follow. A brother I received. A brother I will love. Aragorn before leaving the chamber turned around to the young man once more. He reminds me so much of his brother and yet they are not alike. He would love him as Boromir did. He would do that.