Here's chapter 4 ! The first half of it will still be centered on the Faramir-Boromir relationship and the second half about the beginning of the Journey. Enjoy and thank y'all for all the Cavs, follows and reviews, you guys are really making my day !

The night had been restless for the entire Fellowship, as every single one of their nerves seemed to be highly tensed. The brothers didn't escape it, of course. Boromir had awoken a first time after a nightmare, which he quickly dismissed and let his mind slip again into the calm and sweetness of a heavy sleep. He was used to nightmares, and this one was particularly unrealistic to be really scary. 'Since when is an Oliphaunt big enough to walk ON Osgiliath and destroy it entirely in one step ?' was his only thought as he fell into a comfortable unconsciousness. He was awoken a second time by his brother. He looked agitated in his bed and small moans were escaping his lips.

Boromir was quite used to that too : his brother wasn't renowned for his peaceful night sleep.

Letting out a sigh at the idea of leaving his warm bed, Boromir still got up and walked to the younger man's bed and kneeled beside it. He could hardly realize he had finally forgiven him. He didn't deserve it. At all.

With his hand, he gently brushed his brother's cheek, in an attempt to wake him up, calmly. Oh, he had done this a thousand times already. Usually, Faramir's eyes would have fluttered open at the touch, but this time, he seemed completely trapped into the nightmare.

"Get away from me !" he screamed, unconsciously kicking Boromir's jaw with his fist. The man immediately felt the taste of blood in his mouth.

"Father, please, stop this ! Leave it !"

"Faramir !" he called, rubbing his aching jaw. By the stars, his brother could be hard kicking when he wanted to.

"No… No ! Don't touch it ! Get away from it !"

"Faramir, please, it's me. It is just a bad dream, wake up !"

He caught his arms, preventing another angry fist to meet his face. One time was enough.

"Let me go !" was his only answer as his little brother began to struggle against the grip on his arms.

Boromir felt worry building up inside his chest. Why did he considered him as a part of the dream ? Why wasn't he waking up ? That was highly unusual. He didn't want to slap him awake, since he seemed to consider any touch as an attack. This would only make things worse.

Then without a warning, Faramir let out a scream no one knew he was holding. A scream of pain, obviously.

"Somebody, help !" he shouted in despair as he felt the situation was now far beyond his control. Less than ten seconds later, the door slammed open and two people ran in. Boromir immediately recognised the long grey beard of Gandalf and the almost shining face of Elrond. They still wore their day clothes, as if they hadn't been sleeping at all. Gandalf wasn't wearing his hat, though.

"What's wrong with him ?" the Lord of Rivendell asked hurriedly.

"He's having a nightmare, I can't wake him up !" Boromir answered with a loud voice, trying to cover his brother's shouts of pain.

"Get away from him !" ordered Elrond as he took place beside the bed, put his hands on Faramir's chest and started singing in his mother tongue. Boromir knew too few of Elvish languages to understand what he was saying, but whatever it was, it seemed to appease his brother, whose screaming stopped, breathing slowed down and muscles relaxed.

"Faramir ? Are you with us ?" the Elven Lord asked him.

The young man's eyes slowly open and he immediately sat up on his bed at the sight of the three worried faces staring at him.

"Master Elrond ? Mithrandir ? Boromir ? Did I wake you up ?"

"Wake up ?!" Boromir asked, rubbing his jaw with an exaggerated look of pain on his face, "That's an euphemism ! Next time, remind me to take a shield as soon as I get under one meter far from you." he continued, unable to hide the humour, but also great relief in his voice.

Faramir let out a small and slightly forced laugh as he pictured the scene into his mind. Boromir frowned a bit as he perceived the unnaturalness in the laughing. Something was wrong…

"At least you didn't wake us up, Faramir, for Master Elrond and I were still discussing important issues of the journey together." Gandalf told him in a reassuring tone.

"I am glad to hear it."

"How do you feel, my Lord ?" Elrond asked as he walked away into a corner of the room, took some leaves from inside his mantel, and plunged them into a cup of water.

"Much better, thanks to you."

"Good. Have you already experienced that kind of foreseeing dreams in the past or is it new ?"

He came back to the bed, the cup in hands.

"I have, yes. But not quite as powerful as this one."

The Elf and the Wizard glanced at each other, in a silent acknowledgement.

"Do you want to talk about it, son ?" Gandalf asked him. The man hesitated a few seconds before answering :

"N-No, not now."

"Are you sure ? Do not carry this burden alone, Faramir." the Grey Wizard asked, giving him a glance that made yourself feel as if he could read every single one of your thoughts.

"No, please, Mithrandir, I do not feel ready yet."

The three faces glared at him for some seconds in silence, eyes filled with concern, before Gandalf's voice broke :

"So be it. But you will tell us, eventually."

He knew the man could be very stubborn when he wanted too. There was no point in arguing. Not now at least.

Faramir weakly nodded his head.

"Here," Elrond handed him out the cup, "Drink it, it will ease your sleep."

"My thanks."

Silently, both Elf and Wizard got up, leaving the men alone in their wide and finely decorated room. Boromir put a hand on his brother's shoulder and looked at him right into the eyes.

"Are you sure you do not want to talk about it ?" he asked.

"I… Don't know…"

"Tell me. Nothing bad will happen if you do."

Faramir took a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with the pure air in the room, before answering in a shaking and hesitant voice :

"F-Father looked into it."

"Into what ?"

"The Palantír... And then, there was this eye… The Eye, Boromir. It consumed him, and then… It locked on me… I felt as if It were burning me from the inside…"

Faramir's voice broke under emotion, and his brother gently took him in his arms. 'I wish I could help you brother…' he thought as he held the shaking form against his chest.

"What if I was wrong, Boromir ? What if by coming here to protect you, I had sent our Father to his destruction ?" the young man asked, trouble evident in his voice.

"You followed your heart, Faramir. You did what you felt was right. Therefore, you cannot be wrong."

Long was the way and exhausted were the minds. But there was no time to rest. Not now, at least. Hopefully, the Fellowship could count on the Hobbits to lighten the mood. Every traveller was now absolutely certain that the expression 'I'm hungry !' was the devise of the Shire. Or at least Merry and Pippin's one. Even Gandalf hadn't been able to suppress a laugh when, half an hour after lunch, the small voice of Pippin had risen behind him :

"Strider ? There is nothing left of today's rabbit, is it ?"

Every companion had had the great honor to be the unfortunate target of they many pranks. Even Master Samwise dared to join them sometimes. The more quiet of them was young Master Frodo, who looked rather absent most of the time, no wonder. His burden was no doubt the smallest but yet the heaviest to carry…

Boromir and Faramir seemed to the easiest targets, for they had been pranked three times already :

"Will my little brother leave me to endure this terrible torture ?" Boromir had asked teasingly after having been buried under the weight of the two little Hobbits while he and Faramir were teaching them swordfight.

"Oh no, I think you're doing just fine brother." Faramir had answered laughing at him.

"Traitor."

But apparently, he had been standing too close to Merry and Pippin, for he felt two little pairs of hands grabbing his ankles, and before he could react, he found himself lying on his back next to his brother, with two overexcited Hobbits on his chest.

"Surprise attack !" Pippin yelled, which made all of them burst out laughing. All of them except Legolas, who was standing on a rock, looking tensed. He hadn't really talked to any of the brothers yet. In fact, the only persons he was talking to were Aragorn and Mithrandir, as they seemed to have known each other for a very long time. Well, in fact he spoke to the dwarf Gimli too, but their conversations were far from friendly. Faramir had tried to talk to him once or twice, but he seemed to be avoiding him and answered only with monosyllables.

"Don't worry about him, brother. It is not new that Mirkwood Elves do not trust men." Boromir had told him once, after another failed attempt to engage conversation.

"But it is new that a Mirkwood Elf is able to have a longer conversation with a dwarf than with a man." had he retorted.

Boromir had laughed at the comment before adding teasingly :

"He must be intimidated by your impressive natural charisma."

"Cheeky man." Faramir replied, laughing. His brother seemed even more closer to him than he was before since the events of Rivendell, as if in perpetual protectiveness and worry for him. He was back the humourous man Faramir knew him to be.

At first, the journey had seemed peaceful, but it was without counting on the unlimited perfidy of Saruman the White. First, there had been the Crebains from Dunland, spying the entire landscape in an attempt to find the Fellowship. They could avoid them, but only barely and thanks to Legolas' piercing eyes. Unfortunately for them, that meant the Gap of Rohan was watched by Isengard.

"We shall go through the Pass of Caradhras." Gandalf had declared. And so they did. Despite Gimli's best attempts to convince them that going through the mines of Moria would have been the best thing to do.

But there again, trouble had found them quickly, for the Hobbit's bare feet slipped easily on the snow. It had happened to Frodo first, but Aragorn was behind him and could catch him easily. Unfortunately, the One Ring had fallen from his neck and was lying on the snow. It was Boromir who retrieved it back and he felt, once again It's shadow creeping inside his mind. He still had trouble resisting it, but he now knew to what It's evil could lead and tried avoid it. Besides, he could count on his brother, who put a hand on his shoulder, which quickly brought him back to reality, and gave it back to the young Hobbit, who quickly and maybe a bit suspiciously put it back in place.

And then, it had begun snowing, which had forced the men to take the Hobbits under their cloak. But even though, they were all freezing and they now had to be carried to avoid disappearing under the snow.

And now there was that voice.

"I hear a fell voice in the air !" had said Legolas after having easily passed them, for he was walking on the snow and not in it, which had made Gimli mutter something about 'privileged showing-off elves' for he, too, was half hurried under the cold white flakes.

And there was indeed a voice. Speaking in an indistinct language.

"It's Saruman !" Gandalf had yelled in recognition and he, too had begun shouting in that foreign language.

It did not work, apparently. For the snowing increased even more (if it was possible) and soon enough, a bolt of lightning tore the sky and smashed the mountain over them and they had to hide themselves to avoid the huge rock that came crashing down on them. Still, that didn't prevent them from being now completely buried under the avalanche that fell with it. Hopefully, there wasn't much of it so they could very quickly but breathlessly get out of it.

"We cannot keep on this way ! This would be the death of the Hobbits !" shouted Boromir as he held tightly the shaking forms of Merry and Pippin under his cloak, and this time, Faramir could only agree that it would be a wise decision to turn back.

"He is right !" answered Gimli, finally seeing his opportunity, "We cannot pass over the mountains, let's go under it ! Let's go through the Mines of Moria !"

Gandalf's face suddenly darkened as he realised it was their only way to go… It was what Saruman wanted them to do… To take the Mines… Still he didn't say anything of it and suggested, turning his face to Frodo, hidden under Strider's cloak :

"Let the Ring-bearer decide."

After a few moments of hesitation, Frodo finally answered :

"We'll go through the Mines."

The wizard's face seemed to crumble even further, but he kept on :

"So be it."

And when Faramir met his eyes, the young man understood… Oh ! He knew this look all too well. There was something. Something in the Mines. Something even Gandalf the Grey was afraid of… And that… Couldn't be of any good...

Hope you liked this chapter, I wasn't very sure about the second part and I hope it wasn't too bad...Also, if you want more of the Fellowship of ten, I invite you to check the one written Chiara Meldis called "Ten they'll be". It also introduces a Fellowship of ten with Faramir being a part of it, but in a completely different way and it's really good !

You may have noticed I have changed the title of the story. I have been thinking about it for the past few days, because the first one was... The kind of title you find at night around 3 a.m., so... I hope it's better now.