Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters or places. All of it is made up except the plot.
Thoughts are inside ~these~. Elvish is inside of apostrophes.
Boromir wandered through the garden, selecting flowers he could give to a girl
he had noticed a couple days ago. He saw an especially beautiful one and
carefully picked one blossom from the bush. As he studied it, he realized he
had no idea what it was called.
~Hmm, I've never seen this before. Perhaps Father would know what it is.
Father! Oh no, the Elves!~
Boromir dropped the flowers and ran to the front gate. His father was already
there, greeting the Elves. "Father, I'm so sorry I'm late," he said
quickly. "I forgot the time."
Denethor nodded. "I will deal with that later," he said calmly. He turned
to the Elves. "This is my oldest son, Boromir. Boromir, these are the
Elves of Mirkwood, who were forced to wait out here for an hour because you
were so late."
"Please, it's no big deal," the leader of the Elves protested.
"We really didn't mind."
"He should learn to be responsible. He is after all 16. He should be old
enough to remember that girls are not the most important thing in the
world."
Boromir turned slightly red and glared at his father.
"How do you do, Boromir? I am Legolas of Mirkwood, and these are some of
my friends, Elladan and Elrohir of Rivendell, and Carhen and Galenlome of
Mirkwood," the Elf said, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Pleased to meet you. How do you do?" Boromir said politely, bowing.
"Come, Boromir. I would like to speak with you," Denethor said. He
turned to a guard standing nearby. "Would you escort the Elves to their
quarters?"
The guard bowed and motioned for the Elves to follow him. They disappeared
inside. Denethor turned to Boromir. "You are in so much trouble, son. I
had considered letting you go on a hunting trip with the Elves. Your tardiness
has made up my mind. You are not going. Now, you head up to your room. Oh, and
that girl you were gathering flowers for? She is betrothed to the captain of
the Gondorian army."
Boromir turned and fled, angry and embarrassed. He was so mad at his father.
~Can I never do anything to please him?~ he thought. ~I'm sure he's done worse
things before and not gotten punished. Why does he hate me?~
He passed his father's study and saw Faramir standing on the desk, reaching for
a book on the top shelf. He entered the room. "Faramir, let me get that
for you," he offered. He lifted his little brother down and jumped up on
the desk. He pulled the book off the shelf and handed it to his brother. He
held to the shelf as he jumped down, and the shelf collasped, spilling all the
books onto the floor.
Denethor came running in. "Who did this!?" he shouted.
"It was Boromir," Faramir said quickly.
"I was getting a book for Faramir because he couldn't reach, and the shelf
fell," Boromir protested.
"He climbed on your desk," Faramir added.
"So did he," Boromir countered.
"Boromir, you should know better," Denethor said. "Faramir
doesn't know how to read. Why would he get a book down? You really should make
your stories more believable. I want you to clean this all up and then go to
your room for the night. Faramir, come with me. I need someone responsible to
help me entertain our guests tonight. Good night, Boromir. Oh, by the way, if
this isn't done by the time I come up to bed, you'll sorely regret it."
Denethor left, and Faramir smirked at his older brother as he followed their
father out of the study.