Um…hi? waves This is the promised prequeal to 'The Sacrifice of
Love' featuring…Aragorn/Faramir slash, which would meant this is pre-lotr!
Just as a side note…this is not Boromir/Faramir slash, because even though
it may seem like it, it is not…and here are the reasons. They are brothers!
In Apendix A in 'Return of the King' it says 'Yet between the brothers
there was a great love,' That should be enough…but just for the record I am
not perverted and therefore will *not* put two siblings together. deep
calming breath So anyway…I actually found a cool website, grey-company.org
that has a Sindarin dictionary. So now my stories will actually have
elfish! Yay! So with that said…Elvish speech is in ' ' and thought are in
. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, I only very battered of Lord of the Rings.
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Faramir, son of Denathor, the Steward of Gondor, ran happily down the crowded streets of Minas Tirith, his face alight with joy.
"Gandalf's here!" he cried to no one in particular as he approached the front gates of his father's castle.
"Aye young master," said one of the guards, peering down at him. "He's with your father right now,"
"Thanks!" he said, running off.
"Oi!" called the guard. "They don't want to be disturbed!"
But his cries fell upon deaf ears as Faramir sprinted down the gleaming white halls until he suddenly came to a halt in front of a large wooden door. He reached for the doorknob, but stayed his hand when he heard his father shout, "He's not going!"
Intrigued Faramir sat down as a voice belonging to the one he was looking for retorted. "And why shouldn't he? You have kept him here long enough! He is going to Rivendell, to be with the elves. You know how important a strong relationship with them is, and I can't think of anyone better than Faramir to go!"
Faramir sat up in shock at the sound of his name.
"You told me he has taken up elvish," said Gandalf.
His mind was spinning. He was going to Rivendell? He was going to Rivendell! He felt like whooping for joy, but didn't when his father's angry voice rang out again.
"You are not going to make me or my son do anything!" roared Denathor and Gandalf replied, "I'm not trying to make you do anything. But I believe sending Faramir to Lord Elrond would be for the best."
"For the best? How do you know what's for the best? If he goes nothing but lost lives will come out of it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Gandalf, his voice full of suspicion.
"Nothing," said Denathor softly. "Fine…Go and find the boy. You depart and dawn."
"I thank you," said Gandalf and Faramir got up and ran away as fast as she could, knowing he'd face his father's wrath if he were found.
Not really caring where he was running to, he was surprised to find himself in a courtyard where his brother Boromir was sparring with a novice swordsman. Five years his senior, his brother was perfect in every way, or at least according to their father. Though he was tall, muscular, and a valiant warrior, Faramir felt he was much more than that. He was his brother, his best friend, and the person he confided in. And that, according to Faramir, made him perfect.
Finally noticing him, Boromir sheathed his sword and came over to his brother. "Is anything the matter?" he asked.
"I am leaving for Rivendell tomorrow," said Faramir, with barely any emotion in his voice.
"Isn't that what you want?" asked Boromir, wiping sweat off his brow. "Didn't you always…"
"Yes, but that's not important now."
"Why? Aren't your desires important?"
"It was, but now I'm not so sure. Father doesn't want me to go Boromir."
"He doesn't want you to go?"
"Damn it that's what I said!" yelled Faramir, getting impatient with him.
"Ok," said Boromir, sensing that there was something else wrong, but Faramir beat him to the question.
"And he said if I go lives will be lost."
"What is that suppost to mean?"
"I don't know," said Faramir, running his fingers through his hair.
"Don't concern yourselves with what your father says," said a deep voice. "There are some things that aren't meant to be know, at the moment anyway."
"Gandalf!" cried Faramir, his joy returning.
"So I take it you know that we depart tomorrow?" asked the wizard, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes," replied Faramir sheepishly.
"Then you had better go and pack," he said, gently pushing Faramir towards the castle, before turning back to Boromir.
"So?" he asked
"So what?" snapped Boromir.
"You brother is leaving at dawn and all you have to say is so what?"
"You reminding me of that is not helping!" yelled Boromir, turning away from Gandalf.
"Don't be like your father!" called Gandalf after him.
"My father is a great man!" hissed Boromir, turning back, his love for his father in need of defending.
"That I haven't doubted…until now."
"What is that suppost to mean?"
"You keep saying that."
Scowling, and not answering Boromir turned and began to walk away, when Gandalf called him back again.
"Talk to him. He surely needs you more than ever."
A small smile played about Boromir's face before he walked away into the castle that seemed to be sparkling in the sunset.
Chuckling Gandalf headed in the opposite direction to dinner, it's smell lingering in the evening air.
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In Faramir's room…
Faramir furiously threw clothing into his pack, trying to stop tears from spilling down his face. Why am I crying? he asked as he dug through his closet, trying to find his traveling cloak. Is it because of what my father said? No, that isn't it he concluded almost instantly. It's because of Boromir. He hadn't even left the city yet and he already missed him. It made him feel ashamed, for his father taught him to never show any weakness. If he was crying now, what would happen when he left, and when he was in Rivendell?
"Faramir?" said the voice that he already missed. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," he replied, hastily wiping his tears on the back of his hand, as Boromir walked in, his eyes very red.
"I'm…"
"What?"
"I'm going to miss you."
Faramir was shocked when his brother began to cry. Boromir rarely displayed any emotions, even around him. Unable to see him like this Faramir held him close his head resting on his chest. He didn't even care when tears began to flow from his eyes too. No word were needed to express what they were feeling, all they needed what each others company.
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The next morning….
Faramir was awoken early by Gandalf.
"Come my friend, we must leave now."
To tired to even register what he was doing, he slung his pack over his shoulder and followed Gandalf out to where two horses were waiting for them. But he was brought back to reality when he saw the look on Boromir's face.
"Don't worry," whispered Faramir in his ear, as they embraced. "I will return soon."
"And I'll miss you until the day you return to me."
Tears beginning to form again, he jumped on his horse, as his father said, "Fare well my son."
Faramir didn't respond of even look back. He knew if he did the tears would come. So he followed Gandalf his eyes on the rising sun.
'Namaarie tororamin,' (Farewell my brother) he whispered as he rode hard towards Rivendell, to his future.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, I only very battered of Lord of the Rings.
*************************************************************
Faramir, son of Denathor, the Steward of Gondor, ran happily down the crowded streets of Minas Tirith, his face alight with joy.
"Gandalf's here!" he cried to no one in particular as he approached the front gates of his father's castle.
"Aye young master," said one of the guards, peering down at him. "He's with your father right now,"
"Thanks!" he said, running off.
"Oi!" called the guard. "They don't want to be disturbed!"
But his cries fell upon deaf ears as Faramir sprinted down the gleaming white halls until he suddenly came to a halt in front of a large wooden door. He reached for the doorknob, but stayed his hand when he heard his father shout, "He's not going!"
Intrigued Faramir sat down as a voice belonging to the one he was looking for retorted. "And why shouldn't he? You have kept him here long enough! He is going to Rivendell, to be with the elves. You know how important a strong relationship with them is, and I can't think of anyone better than Faramir to go!"
Faramir sat up in shock at the sound of his name.
"You told me he has taken up elvish," said Gandalf.
His mind was spinning. He was going to Rivendell? He was going to Rivendell! He felt like whooping for joy, but didn't when his father's angry voice rang out again.
"You are not going to make me or my son do anything!" roared Denathor and Gandalf replied, "I'm not trying to make you do anything. But I believe sending Faramir to Lord Elrond would be for the best."
"For the best? How do you know what's for the best? If he goes nothing but lost lives will come out of it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Gandalf, his voice full of suspicion.
"Nothing," said Denathor softly. "Fine…Go and find the boy. You depart and dawn."
"I thank you," said Gandalf and Faramir got up and ran away as fast as she could, knowing he'd face his father's wrath if he were found.
Not really caring where he was running to, he was surprised to find himself in a courtyard where his brother Boromir was sparring with a novice swordsman. Five years his senior, his brother was perfect in every way, or at least according to their father. Though he was tall, muscular, and a valiant warrior, Faramir felt he was much more than that. He was his brother, his best friend, and the person he confided in. And that, according to Faramir, made him perfect.
Finally noticing him, Boromir sheathed his sword and came over to his brother. "Is anything the matter?" he asked.
"I am leaving for Rivendell tomorrow," said Faramir, with barely any emotion in his voice.
"Isn't that what you want?" asked Boromir, wiping sweat off his brow. "Didn't you always…"
"Yes, but that's not important now."
"Why? Aren't your desires important?"
"It was, but now I'm not so sure. Father doesn't want me to go Boromir."
"He doesn't want you to go?"
"Damn it that's what I said!" yelled Faramir, getting impatient with him.
"Ok," said Boromir, sensing that there was something else wrong, but Faramir beat him to the question.
"And he said if I go lives will be lost."
"What is that suppost to mean?"
"I don't know," said Faramir, running his fingers through his hair.
"Don't concern yourselves with what your father says," said a deep voice. "There are some things that aren't meant to be know, at the moment anyway."
"Gandalf!" cried Faramir, his joy returning.
"So I take it you know that we depart tomorrow?" asked the wizard, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes," replied Faramir sheepishly.
"Then you had better go and pack," he said, gently pushing Faramir towards the castle, before turning back to Boromir.
"So?" he asked
"So what?" snapped Boromir.
"You brother is leaving at dawn and all you have to say is so what?"
"You reminding me of that is not helping!" yelled Boromir, turning away from Gandalf.
"Don't be like your father!" called Gandalf after him.
"My father is a great man!" hissed Boromir, turning back, his love for his father in need of defending.
"That I haven't doubted…until now."
"What is that suppost to mean?"
"You keep saying that."
Scowling, and not answering Boromir turned and began to walk away, when Gandalf called him back again.
"Talk to him. He surely needs you more than ever."
A small smile played about Boromir's face before he walked away into the castle that seemed to be sparkling in the sunset.
Chuckling Gandalf headed in the opposite direction to dinner, it's smell lingering in the evening air.
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In Faramir's room…
Faramir furiously threw clothing into his pack, trying to stop tears from spilling down his face. Why am I crying? he asked as he dug through his closet, trying to find his traveling cloak. Is it because of what my father said? No, that isn't it he concluded almost instantly. It's because of Boromir. He hadn't even left the city yet and he already missed him. It made him feel ashamed, for his father taught him to never show any weakness. If he was crying now, what would happen when he left, and when he was in Rivendell?
"Faramir?" said the voice that he already missed. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," he replied, hastily wiping his tears on the back of his hand, as Boromir walked in, his eyes very red.
"I'm…"
"What?"
"I'm going to miss you."
Faramir was shocked when his brother began to cry. Boromir rarely displayed any emotions, even around him. Unable to see him like this Faramir held him close his head resting on his chest. He didn't even care when tears began to flow from his eyes too. No word were needed to express what they were feeling, all they needed what each others company.
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The next morning….
Faramir was awoken early by Gandalf.
"Come my friend, we must leave now."
To tired to even register what he was doing, he slung his pack over his shoulder and followed Gandalf out to where two horses were waiting for them. But he was brought back to reality when he saw the look on Boromir's face.
"Don't worry," whispered Faramir in his ear, as they embraced. "I will return soon."
"And I'll miss you until the day you return to me."
Tears beginning to form again, he jumped on his horse, as his father said, "Fare well my son."
Faramir didn't respond of even look back. He knew if he did the tears would come. So he followed Gandalf his eyes on the rising sun.
'Namaarie tororamin,' (Farewell my brother) he whispered as he rode hard towards Rivendell, to his future.
