Boromir
The corridor was eerily silent. He hid himself in the shadows of the corridor, far from the gleaming sunshine showering from the open windows. He kept his eyes trained on the entrance of the corridor.
As expected, Faramir rounded up the corner, his nose buried in the open book in his hands. Boromir gave a dark smile. This time, his brother will not evade him. He waited until Faramir came closer- and closer…
Boromir gave a guttural battle-cry and launched on Faramir with all his might. He caught his brother off-guard and his book fell from his numb fingers. But Faramir reacted quickly as soon as Boromir's arms captured his neck in a headlock. Book forgotten, Faramir's fingers grabbed his brother's forearm and lurched forward, trying to throw his brother over himself. Boromir intercepted him and clasped his legs over Faramir's in an attempt to keep his grip on the younger man. It was a struggle of might, and strength. They were nearly men, and their honed battle-strength made the playful fight equal. Faramir stepped backwards quickly until Boromir's back slammed against the marble wall behind him. But Boromir's grip was sure and he only hung on tighter. With Boromir's body fully off the ground and on Faramir, the younger brother yelped.
"Get off! You're heavy!"
Boromir grinned and tightened his hold.
"Yield!" He commanded.
"Never!" Faramir managed to choke out.
The soft footfalls alerted them of new company. They quickly recognised it to belong to a woman, and the measured tone of it could only belong to a noblewoman. Boromir clambered off Faramir's back quickly but not before the noblewoman saw them as she turned the corner.
She was younger than either of them, and pretty in her lightly-coloured summer dress with hair braided intricately in ribbons. She was followed by her maids, who passed them disapproving looks once they noticed their dishevelled states and the book thrown against the wall.
The young lady passed before them, giving them a raised brow of bemusement. Both brothers murmured apologies. They stared at the ground, both of them slightly red.
Faramir reached up and cuffed his brother roughly at his temple. Boromir's head jerked forward and he stumbled lightly before gaining balance on his feet. When he sat up straight, he pushed back his hair and gave Faramir a sheepish grin.
Behind them both, stealthier than the two brothers, stood Denethor. He saw it all, and he noticed how his sons were rapidly growing in young men and noticing their 'surroundings'. They lost their embarrassment quickly and Boromir goaded his younger brother by grabbing his book before he could. Boromir scampered away. Faramir gave a shout of protest and ran after him. Denethor was unable to stop the smile from his face and he chose another corridor.
Author's Note:
Because nothing beats updating when you have two assignments, two projects, two papers and one exam due. :P
