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Boromir, Faramir, Minas Tirith, etc. I sadly don't own anything-_-
Summary: Boromir and Faramir when they were younger
Author's Note: I got reviews*does little happy dance* I really appreciated the feedback. This is going to be a short story (about 3 chapters) because if I continue this story for much longer it'll spin completely out of my control and things might become crazy. This is my second fic so constructive criticism is welcome. I'm 12 so punctuation and grammar might have problems.
Note 2: I noticed one minor nitpick in my previous chapter, I had the windows facing north when I wanted them west so they could look to lost Numenor. Having them look west in my first write would have had them looking at a wall, I fixed that and now I have the windows facing west. ALL Reviews were lost during the process, so sorry. You do not have to review the first chapter again, I know who you were and what was contained in the review.
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Osheen Nevoy-Yes, I know that changing POVs within the same scene gets confusing but I wanted the readers to understand each of the characters and what their thoughts were of a particular situation. If I write a longer story (which I might, eventually) I will probably focus on the POV of one person in a scene, or at least separate the POVs. I'm sorry if this comes out as a problem for you, it's just how I write. And it is a habit of mine to keep apologizing (bad habit that I'm trying to fix). Denethor is not a mad tyrant (not in my fic at least) he was just emotionally disturbed/troubled (in my opinion) and then the Palantir popped up and then everything came crashing down to the ground.
Ithilwen- Thank you! And Faramir is my favorite character (along with Eowyn) in the trilogy.
Chesire-Thank you! I thought the bond between the family was kind of hard because they are all complex characters (in my opinion) so I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Narsil-Thank you, and yes I do know that the brothers seem too mature for their age. It just seemed to me that children thrown into a political family would probably mature quicker than modern or ordinary children due to all of the high expectations given to them, and so they would probably mature due to having to adapt to the political background. If that still bothers you, you can imagine them as 5 and 10 or 6 and 11 I don't really mind I just didn't want the story to be too near to Finduilas' death, when she was ill, I wanted them to be a still pretty happy family .The book of tales that was mentioned will be explained in this chapter, Faramir had read a simplified version. I don't think a book of tales for children (younger than half my age) would go into too much detail in any of the tales, just simplified versions. About the reading age, I began reading when I was about 3 and I thought that in those times royal/noble families would push their children to begin reading earlier.
Random Flamer-I forgot about that, I normally don't use numbers in text but when I'm typing I sort of forget, but I'll try to remember. Too mature, I know, to answer that read the answer to Narsil's review. It always rang to me that Faramir would mature quicker than his brother, I don't know.
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Books and Stars, Swords and Men
Chapter 2: One Afternoon
After the brothers had left the room Boromir stole a glance at his brother. Faramir had never told him that he knew about the tale of Turin or that their mother had given him a book of tales. Faramir seemed to know he was being watched and turned his head to meet his brother's gaze.
"Why did you not tell me that you knew the tale of Turin and what 'Book of Tales' was mother referring to?" Boromir questioned.
Faramir took in a deep breath as if was going to give a confession, "for your first question you never asked me if I knew, and as for the second it was the Book of Tales in which Uncle Imrahil and mother's names were in, you know the blue book with the silver words on the cover."
Boromir thought for a moment until his memory found a blue book in which some tales were told in Westron and others in Sindarin and sometimes both.
"How did you read it though? That book was in both Westron and Sindarin."
"The book did not go into real detail about his tale, it was a real simplified version with some of Turin's best known feats but one part was in Sindarin and the other in Westron. It was not hard to read and was quite an interesting and enjoyable story I must admit, even though it was about a fighter," finishing his explanation Faramir turned to gaze out of a window.
When Faramir had turned away Boromir was almost positive that his mouth opened slightly in shock. His younger brother could read Sindarin whereas he still had problems recognizing which words were which. He was never much interested in learning Sindarin or of the history of Middle-earth and Numenor. It had never occurred to him that his younger brother would have already mastered the language. His teacher had always complained that he would never pay attention to learning the Elven language; the fact was that he was not interested, he thought it useless and pointless. He never understood why the lords of the land would often hold councils and conversations in the language or why there were so many books in Sindarin. Why couldn't the lords just speak in Westron or write books in Westron so that many more people would read them. He was always told that he was lucky to be learning such a language whereas many people did not have the chance. His mother loved the language and probably hoped that her sons would too, Faramir seemed interested but he never thought that Faramir would actually master it so soon, he always had trouble with the language and that was why his mother would often practice it with him.
While Boromir was pondering about Sindarin Faramir was gazing out the window. He was looking at a bird's nest in a tree near the window and listened to the soft trickle of water from the fountain. Watching and listening Faramir matched rebirth to the nest and music to the water of the fountain and connected this to a poem he had read several months ago. Absorbed was he into watching the nest and listening to the fountain it took him a while to notice that Boromir had become quiet and wasn't complaining about him gazing out of the window and he became curious.
Watching Boromir out of the corner of his eye he saw that his brother's mouth was slightly open as if he was shocked about something. What could his brother be shocked of? He recalled the little talk they just had, about the book and languages. When did Boromir seem confused? Faramir remembered that his brother seemed shocked when he mentioned that he read the book in both Westron and Sindarin. The Elven language, what was so shocking about knowing how to read Sindarin? It was such a musical and beautiful language that Faramir felt that he couldn't get enough. He loved the language and if he could he would use it for conversation. He was very happy when he found that the book his mother had given him contained stories, lore and poetry in Sindarin and Westron, he wouldn't mind if the whole book was in Sindarin. If there was a word he did not know he could guess it's meaning or ask his mother. His mother loved the language and so did he. Why would Boromir be surprised that he could read it, and then he remembered. His brother had always had some trouble with Sindarin and found it pointless and a waste of time. Why couldn't his brother understand the beauty of the language? The Elven language was clearly art in itself, the language of poetry and music. It was a language that had lasted for millennia and it must be important if the noble lords used it. Faramir turned his gaze away from the window and went to his brother.
Boromir and Faramir hurried down the hallway so they could get to class on time. Upon entering the classroom they found that Histories Master Halsel wasn't there. They took their seats and waited patiently for Halsel to arrive. When he eventually did arrive he seemed in an unpleasant mood and through experience the two brothers were very silent. 'Never mess with Master Halsel when he was in a bad mood for he can get very scary if annoyed' was a message heeded by children and adults alike. But most of the time Halsel was an easy enough person to get along with.
Halsel turned to Faramir, "Faramir I want you to read pages twenty to twenty-three today and then answer some questions I have for you."
He then addressed Boromir, "and I want you to write a one page essay about Arvedui and it has to be done by the end of class."
After the two boys were freed from the clutches of Master Halsel they went their separate ways. Boromir had Arms lessons and practices everyday but Faramir had them every other day, of which he was very grateful. Boromir loved Arms practice, because it meant that he could learn new techniques and it involved fighting. But Faramir loved History with Halsel, because it meant that he would learn something and he could ask Halsel any questions that he wanted answered.
Boromir headed towards the armory, which also served as a practice room and was where his lessons with Arms Master Arsil were held. When he entered the armory Arsil was already there conversing with a soldier Boromir did not recognize. The soldier looked at Boromir nodded his head, clasped hands with Arsil and then left the room.
"Ah, Boromir I want you to run two laps for me," Arsil said when Boromir had already begun running. When Boromir finished his laps Arsil began practicing with him. He noticed that Boromir was improving and would be ready for the special training planned for him when he reached ten. The first child of Denethor would make a fine warrior indeed, but of Faramir Arsil was not sure, the younger son didn't seem to enjoy fighting. Arsil knew that Faramir considered swordplay as an art and not as something to be taken lightly, such an early age to be thinking of these things. Faramir probably inherited some of his elven ancestor's traits through his mother. There were tales telling of the first prince of Dol Amroth, that he was a half-elf and that all of the princes of Amroth had elven blood. Boromir practiced with Arsil until the hour was over.
While Boromir was at Arms practice Faramir went straight to the library. The library of Minas Tirith was vast and filled with books, from histories, elven lore, poetry, politics, etc. Going to a shelf Faramir picked up a book about the creation of Arda and headed for the balcony. The library of Minas Tirith was about five stories with one story underground; all of the really old tales or the tales that were not often looked for were kept there. Adjoining the library were the treasuries, which also contained books and scrolls of old. The only ones that were permitted access to the treasuries needed to gain leave from the Steward. Most of the books dealing with politics could be located on the first floor for the convenience of the Steward and other nobles, histories of Gondor and Numenor would be located on the second floor, elven lore and poetry on the third and all the other books on the fourth and fifth. In order to make the rooms less closed in a small courtyard was added to the first floor in case if anyone wanted to read outside during good weather, large windows and balconies were also added on the upper levels.
Upon retrieving the book Faramir headed down the stairs and to the courtyard, the weather outside was too perfect to resist. Seating himself on a bench Faramir opened the book and read about Iluvatar and the creation of the Ainur, he read of the Valar and the Maiar, of Manwe, Varda, Ulmo, and all the other Valar. He also read of the exiled Ainu, Melkor or what most call him, Morgoth. Mandos, the Vala of judgment and death interested him, there were many theories of where men went when they died, but the elves went to Mandos' halls when they died. Faramir continued to read until the time for the afternoon meal came.
Entering the Dining Hall for the afternoon meal Boromir found that Faramir and both of his parents were waiting for him. Nodding his head once in greeting to his parents Boromir took his seat, the family stood and looked west, each one's thoughts differing from the other and all listening to the echo of the lost realm. To Boromir this was a tradition, to Faramir this was tradition and a respect to Numenor, to Denethor this was remembering the wrongs that led the Numenoreans to decay and to Finduilas this was a lesson and respect to those who were deceived. In unison the family sat down. "I am sorry that I was late," Boromir apologized to his family members.
"Oh no, you were on time we just got here early," Finduilas reassured her son with a smile.
Boromir nodded showing that he understood.
"So how were lessons today?" Denethor inquired both of his sons.
"Master Halsel made me write a one page essay about Arvedui today for class work."
"Hmmm, and was it hard?"
"Oh, it was okay," Boromir lied, "I just do not understand why we have to know about Arvedui," complained Boromir.
"Arvedui was an important character," Denethor answered Boromir, "he was the Last King and with him ended the Northern Kingdom."
"I know, but shouldn't we worry more about more important people? Like Anarion for it was he that founded Gondor was it not?"
"Yes."
"And wouldn't Anarion be more important, for Gondor still stands whereas the realm of Northern Kingdom has fallen," Boromir stated to his father.
" In some respective terms yes, but Anarion was a great king and we should respect him."
"Of course, but shouldn't we focus more upon Gondor and her Kings and Stewards?"
" They are both important and should be treated with equal respect, and as a son of the Steward you must do as such," Denethor said as he ended the small debate.
Both Faramir and Finduilas listened to the conversation of the two other family members in silence. Faramir agreed with what his father said, they should respect the Last King of Arnor and should give him respect. His brother had always believed Gondor the best and his father; Boromir believed that their father should be the king. After all Denethor ruled his country as a king would and Boromir ever wondered how long it would take for the Stewards to become kings. Faramir did not agree with Boromir in this term, he still believed that there was hope and that one-day if not in his time, the king would return.
As father and first son were conversing Finduilas turned to Faramir. "So Faramir how was your day?"
"The normal, had lessons with Master Halsel and then I went to the library."
"And what did you read in the library?" Finduilas smiled as she asked her son.
"I read of the creation of Arda and of the Ainur."
Denethor involuntarily listened to his wife and Faramir's small conversation and was displeased; his second son was reading books of creation, which was useless. He would be better off spending his time practicing with the sword rather than having his head in books of lore and fantasy. The Steward's thoughts of Faramir faded away as Boromir's words occupied his mind. Denethor knew that Boromir had always considered his father as king, Denethor had to admit that he was somewhat proud that his elder son would think so highly of his father, but within his true mind he never considered himself a king, only a server to the country until the rightful king returned. Of course, Denethor along with many others doubted that a king would return to them. Denethor never doubted Boromir's leadership skills, the only thing he feared of him was that he would think himself the king when his father grew old and passed away, which must not happen. What would the people think? No, Denethor must hammer into Boromir's mind that they were the Stewards, ruling only until the king returned, no matter how much secret pride he had in his son thinking his father a king.
The family finished their meal and went where they would.
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A/N-Bad ending I know. I'm working on the last/next chapter. Please review, and as always constructive criticism welcome. Still sorry that the reviews were lost. I hope that you (the readers) enjoyed this chapter. I don't know if the history is wrong or not. Hmmm.
Summary: Boromir and Faramir when they were younger
Author's Note: I got reviews*does little happy dance* I really appreciated the feedback. This is going to be a short story (about 3 chapters) because if I continue this story for much longer it'll spin completely out of my control and things might become crazy. This is my second fic so constructive criticism is welcome. I'm 12 so punctuation and grammar might have problems.
Note 2: I noticed one minor nitpick in my previous chapter, I had the windows facing north when I wanted them west so they could look to lost Numenor. Having them look west in my first write would have had them looking at a wall, I fixed that and now I have the windows facing west. ALL Reviews were lost during the process, so sorry. You do not have to review the first chapter again, I know who you were and what was contained in the review.
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Osheen Nevoy-Yes, I know that changing POVs within the same scene gets confusing but I wanted the readers to understand each of the characters and what their thoughts were of a particular situation. If I write a longer story (which I might, eventually) I will probably focus on the POV of one person in a scene, or at least separate the POVs. I'm sorry if this comes out as a problem for you, it's just how I write. And it is a habit of mine to keep apologizing (bad habit that I'm trying to fix). Denethor is not a mad tyrant (not in my fic at least) he was just emotionally disturbed/troubled (in my opinion) and then the Palantir popped up and then everything came crashing down to the ground.
Ithilwen- Thank you! And Faramir is my favorite character (along with Eowyn) in the trilogy.
Chesire-Thank you! I thought the bond between the family was kind of hard because they are all complex characters (in my opinion) so I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Narsil-Thank you, and yes I do know that the brothers seem too mature for their age. It just seemed to me that children thrown into a political family would probably mature quicker than modern or ordinary children due to all of the high expectations given to them, and so they would probably mature due to having to adapt to the political background. If that still bothers you, you can imagine them as 5 and 10 or 6 and 11 I don't really mind I just didn't want the story to be too near to Finduilas' death, when she was ill, I wanted them to be a still pretty happy family .The book of tales that was mentioned will be explained in this chapter, Faramir had read a simplified version. I don't think a book of tales for children (younger than half my age) would go into too much detail in any of the tales, just simplified versions. About the reading age, I began reading when I was about 3 and I thought that in those times royal/noble families would push their children to begin reading earlier.
Random Flamer-I forgot about that, I normally don't use numbers in text but when I'm typing I sort of forget, but I'll try to remember. Too mature, I know, to answer that read the answer to Narsil's review. It always rang to me that Faramir would mature quicker than his brother, I don't know.
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Books and Stars, Swords and Men
Chapter 2: One Afternoon
After the brothers had left the room Boromir stole a glance at his brother. Faramir had never told him that he knew about the tale of Turin or that their mother had given him a book of tales. Faramir seemed to know he was being watched and turned his head to meet his brother's gaze.
"Why did you not tell me that you knew the tale of Turin and what 'Book of Tales' was mother referring to?" Boromir questioned.
Faramir took in a deep breath as if was going to give a confession, "for your first question you never asked me if I knew, and as for the second it was the Book of Tales in which Uncle Imrahil and mother's names were in, you know the blue book with the silver words on the cover."
Boromir thought for a moment until his memory found a blue book in which some tales were told in Westron and others in Sindarin and sometimes both.
"How did you read it though? That book was in both Westron and Sindarin."
"The book did not go into real detail about his tale, it was a real simplified version with some of Turin's best known feats but one part was in Sindarin and the other in Westron. It was not hard to read and was quite an interesting and enjoyable story I must admit, even though it was about a fighter," finishing his explanation Faramir turned to gaze out of a window.
When Faramir had turned away Boromir was almost positive that his mouth opened slightly in shock. His younger brother could read Sindarin whereas he still had problems recognizing which words were which. He was never much interested in learning Sindarin or of the history of Middle-earth and Numenor. It had never occurred to him that his younger brother would have already mastered the language. His teacher had always complained that he would never pay attention to learning the Elven language; the fact was that he was not interested, he thought it useless and pointless. He never understood why the lords of the land would often hold councils and conversations in the language or why there were so many books in Sindarin. Why couldn't the lords just speak in Westron or write books in Westron so that many more people would read them. He was always told that he was lucky to be learning such a language whereas many people did not have the chance. His mother loved the language and probably hoped that her sons would too, Faramir seemed interested but he never thought that Faramir would actually master it so soon, he always had trouble with the language and that was why his mother would often practice it with him.
While Boromir was pondering about Sindarin Faramir was gazing out the window. He was looking at a bird's nest in a tree near the window and listened to the soft trickle of water from the fountain. Watching and listening Faramir matched rebirth to the nest and music to the water of the fountain and connected this to a poem he had read several months ago. Absorbed was he into watching the nest and listening to the fountain it took him a while to notice that Boromir had become quiet and wasn't complaining about him gazing out of the window and he became curious.
Watching Boromir out of the corner of his eye he saw that his brother's mouth was slightly open as if he was shocked about something. What could his brother be shocked of? He recalled the little talk they just had, about the book and languages. When did Boromir seem confused? Faramir remembered that his brother seemed shocked when he mentioned that he read the book in both Westron and Sindarin. The Elven language, what was so shocking about knowing how to read Sindarin? It was such a musical and beautiful language that Faramir felt that he couldn't get enough. He loved the language and if he could he would use it for conversation. He was very happy when he found that the book his mother had given him contained stories, lore and poetry in Sindarin and Westron, he wouldn't mind if the whole book was in Sindarin. If there was a word he did not know he could guess it's meaning or ask his mother. His mother loved the language and so did he. Why would Boromir be surprised that he could read it, and then he remembered. His brother had always had some trouble with Sindarin and found it pointless and a waste of time. Why couldn't his brother understand the beauty of the language? The Elven language was clearly art in itself, the language of poetry and music. It was a language that had lasted for millennia and it must be important if the noble lords used it. Faramir turned his gaze away from the window and went to his brother.
Boromir and Faramir hurried down the hallway so they could get to class on time. Upon entering the classroom they found that Histories Master Halsel wasn't there. They took their seats and waited patiently for Halsel to arrive. When he eventually did arrive he seemed in an unpleasant mood and through experience the two brothers were very silent. 'Never mess with Master Halsel when he was in a bad mood for he can get very scary if annoyed' was a message heeded by children and adults alike. But most of the time Halsel was an easy enough person to get along with.
Halsel turned to Faramir, "Faramir I want you to read pages twenty to twenty-three today and then answer some questions I have for you."
He then addressed Boromir, "and I want you to write a one page essay about Arvedui and it has to be done by the end of class."
After the two boys were freed from the clutches of Master Halsel they went their separate ways. Boromir had Arms lessons and practices everyday but Faramir had them every other day, of which he was very grateful. Boromir loved Arms practice, because it meant that he could learn new techniques and it involved fighting. But Faramir loved History with Halsel, because it meant that he would learn something and he could ask Halsel any questions that he wanted answered.
Boromir headed towards the armory, which also served as a practice room and was where his lessons with Arms Master Arsil were held. When he entered the armory Arsil was already there conversing with a soldier Boromir did not recognize. The soldier looked at Boromir nodded his head, clasped hands with Arsil and then left the room.
"Ah, Boromir I want you to run two laps for me," Arsil said when Boromir had already begun running. When Boromir finished his laps Arsil began practicing with him. He noticed that Boromir was improving and would be ready for the special training planned for him when he reached ten. The first child of Denethor would make a fine warrior indeed, but of Faramir Arsil was not sure, the younger son didn't seem to enjoy fighting. Arsil knew that Faramir considered swordplay as an art and not as something to be taken lightly, such an early age to be thinking of these things. Faramir probably inherited some of his elven ancestor's traits through his mother. There were tales telling of the first prince of Dol Amroth, that he was a half-elf and that all of the princes of Amroth had elven blood. Boromir practiced with Arsil until the hour was over.
While Boromir was at Arms practice Faramir went straight to the library. The library of Minas Tirith was vast and filled with books, from histories, elven lore, poetry, politics, etc. Going to a shelf Faramir picked up a book about the creation of Arda and headed for the balcony. The library of Minas Tirith was about five stories with one story underground; all of the really old tales or the tales that were not often looked for were kept there. Adjoining the library were the treasuries, which also contained books and scrolls of old. The only ones that were permitted access to the treasuries needed to gain leave from the Steward. Most of the books dealing with politics could be located on the first floor for the convenience of the Steward and other nobles, histories of Gondor and Numenor would be located on the second floor, elven lore and poetry on the third and all the other books on the fourth and fifth. In order to make the rooms less closed in a small courtyard was added to the first floor in case if anyone wanted to read outside during good weather, large windows and balconies were also added on the upper levels.
Upon retrieving the book Faramir headed down the stairs and to the courtyard, the weather outside was too perfect to resist. Seating himself on a bench Faramir opened the book and read about Iluvatar and the creation of the Ainur, he read of the Valar and the Maiar, of Manwe, Varda, Ulmo, and all the other Valar. He also read of the exiled Ainu, Melkor or what most call him, Morgoth. Mandos, the Vala of judgment and death interested him, there were many theories of where men went when they died, but the elves went to Mandos' halls when they died. Faramir continued to read until the time for the afternoon meal came.
Entering the Dining Hall for the afternoon meal Boromir found that Faramir and both of his parents were waiting for him. Nodding his head once in greeting to his parents Boromir took his seat, the family stood and looked west, each one's thoughts differing from the other and all listening to the echo of the lost realm. To Boromir this was a tradition, to Faramir this was tradition and a respect to Numenor, to Denethor this was remembering the wrongs that led the Numenoreans to decay and to Finduilas this was a lesson and respect to those who were deceived. In unison the family sat down. "I am sorry that I was late," Boromir apologized to his family members.
"Oh no, you were on time we just got here early," Finduilas reassured her son with a smile.
Boromir nodded showing that he understood.
"So how were lessons today?" Denethor inquired both of his sons.
"Master Halsel made me write a one page essay about Arvedui today for class work."
"Hmmm, and was it hard?"
"Oh, it was okay," Boromir lied, "I just do not understand why we have to know about Arvedui," complained Boromir.
"Arvedui was an important character," Denethor answered Boromir, "he was the Last King and with him ended the Northern Kingdom."
"I know, but shouldn't we worry more about more important people? Like Anarion for it was he that founded Gondor was it not?"
"Yes."
"And wouldn't Anarion be more important, for Gondor still stands whereas the realm of Northern Kingdom has fallen," Boromir stated to his father.
" In some respective terms yes, but Anarion was a great king and we should respect him."
"Of course, but shouldn't we focus more upon Gondor and her Kings and Stewards?"
" They are both important and should be treated with equal respect, and as a son of the Steward you must do as such," Denethor said as he ended the small debate.
Both Faramir and Finduilas listened to the conversation of the two other family members in silence. Faramir agreed with what his father said, they should respect the Last King of Arnor and should give him respect. His brother had always believed Gondor the best and his father; Boromir believed that their father should be the king. After all Denethor ruled his country as a king would and Boromir ever wondered how long it would take for the Stewards to become kings. Faramir did not agree with Boromir in this term, he still believed that there was hope and that one-day if not in his time, the king would return.
As father and first son were conversing Finduilas turned to Faramir. "So Faramir how was your day?"
"The normal, had lessons with Master Halsel and then I went to the library."
"And what did you read in the library?" Finduilas smiled as she asked her son.
"I read of the creation of Arda and of the Ainur."
Denethor involuntarily listened to his wife and Faramir's small conversation and was displeased; his second son was reading books of creation, which was useless. He would be better off spending his time practicing with the sword rather than having his head in books of lore and fantasy. The Steward's thoughts of Faramir faded away as Boromir's words occupied his mind. Denethor knew that Boromir had always considered his father as king, Denethor had to admit that he was somewhat proud that his elder son would think so highly of his father, but within his true mind he never considered himself a king, only a server to the country until the rightful king returned. Of course, Denethor along with many others doubted that a king would return to them. Denethor never doubted Boromir's leadership skills, the only thing he feared of him was that he would think himself the king when his father grew old and passed away, which must not happen. What would the people think? No, Denethor must hammer into Boromir's mind that they were the Stewards, ruling only until the king returned, no matter how much secret pride he had in his son thinking his father a king.
The family finished their meal and went where they would.
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A/N-Bad ending I know. I'm working on the last/next chapter. Please review, and as always constructive criticism welcome. Still sorry that the reviews were lost. I hope that you (the readers) enjoyed this chapter. I don't know if the history is wrong or not. Hmmm.