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Disclaimer: Yoda…blah blah blah…Johnny the Flopping Fish Boy…lalalalalala… nothing's mine…doodles diddles whittles….
A/N: hehehehe…BOROMIR!!! Don't ask…I just felt like doing that…
Time: Conversations
"Brother, I've brought you some dinner," Faramir said, placing a goblet and plate on a small tabl ein Boromir's room. The man was standing on his balcony, staring at the sun set.
"Thank you, but I'm afraid I'm not hungry," Boromir replied minutes later. His younger brother sighed.
"You haven't eaten for days! We worry about you."
Boromir turned and Faramir saw the tears in his eyes. The sling on his arm and shoulder was neatly bandaged and Faramir glaned over it, noticing his missing ring.
"Where have you placed you—"
"On my love's finger…" Boromir whispered. He turned again and stared. Faramir walked to him and watched the plains practically change colors with the sky. A storm was brewing to the south.
"A wife you have chosen?" Faramir asked. Boromir nodded and sighed. Holly could be anywhere…or she could be dead. That was the basic truth and Boromir accepted it with much bitterness and remorse.
"Who then? What lady have you chosen?" Faramir asked, almost excited.
"A warrior. Holly. She has been missed for more than two weeks, taken by the Uruk-hai of Isenguard. I know not where she is," Boromir choked. He blinked back the tears and his brother placed a reassuring hand on his good shoulder.
"She will be found, brother. Rest, eat, drink, and please, do not fret! The others will find her. Would you tell me more of them?" Faramir asked. Talking about the others seemed to cheer Boromir up at times. And in any case, men…and women! Seemed interesting and Faramir looked forward to meeting them…if they lived.
"You've heard so much…"
"Tell me again! Tell me of…Rachel? She seems to be a wonderful choice for a bride," Faramir said admiringly. Boromir laughed despite his grief.
"Don't waste your emotions, dear Faramir! She is inevitably Legolas'!"
"Well, then, tell me of her anyway! Then I wish to know of the exiled king!"
"Fine then. Rachel…what words describe her? She fights…She mourns…She is silent more often than not and seems to have a severe disliking to wargs…" Boromir contemplated. Faramir laughed.
"More! What of her appearance? You've never told me."
"She has long, red, curly hair like fire and grey green eyes the color of clouds before a shower. She stands straight and tall and seems perfectly comfortable with any weapon, or at least the ones she has been tested with thus far!"
"A mighty adversary! I may have to examine her sword play!"
"She…she seems so tight at times. It's like she's a cat, ready to pounce," Boromir realized. Rachel never was relaxed. No wonder she sometimes made him edgy.
"And of Aragorn? What does this glorious man seem to be?" Faramir asked, excited. He and his brother didn't get to talk much anymore and it was wonderful to have a casual conversation with him.
"He is very proud and wise…I was lucky to have such a companion. He knows his place," Boromir said, nodding. Faramir saw his older brother sigh longingly.
"You think of Holly?"
"Indeed. I hope she is well."
"She is…I see no other way of it."
"I hope you are right, brother."
A/N: You like? Tehe…I'm kind of hyper right now…110 reviews = sequel! Remember that!
Disclaimer: Yoda…blah blah blah…Johnny the Flopping Fish Boy…lalalalalala… nothing's mine…doodles diddles whittles….
A/N: hehehehe…BOROMIR!!! Don't ask…I just felt like doing that…
Time: Conversations
"Brother, I've brought you some dinner," Faramir said, placing a goblet and plate on a small tabl ein Boromir's room. The man was standing on his balcony, staring at the sun set.
"Thank you, but I'm afraid I'm not hungry," Boromir replied minutes later. His younger brother sighed.
"You haven't eaten for days! We worry about you."
Boromir turned and Faramir saw the tears in his eyes. The sling on his arm and shoulder was neatly bandaged and Faramir glaned over it, noticing his missing ring.
"Where have you placed you—"
"On my love's finger…" Boromir whispered. He turned again and stared. Faramir walked to him and watched the plains practically change colors with the sky. A storm was brewing to the south.
"A wife you have chosen?" Faramir asked. Boromir nodded and sighed. Holly could be anywhere…or she could be dead. That was the basic truth and Boromir accepted it with much bitterness and remorse.
"Who then? What lady have you chosen?" Faramir asked, almost excited.
"A warrior. Holly. She has been missed for more than two weeks, taken by the Uruk-hai of Isenguard. I know not where she is," Boromir choked. He blinked back the tears and his brother placed a reassuring hand on his good shoulder.
"She will be found, brother. Rest, eat, drink, and please, do not fret! The others will find her. Would you tell me more of them?" Faramir asked. Talking about the others seemed to cheer Boromir up at times. And in any case, men…and women! Seemed interesting and Faramir looked forward to meeting them…if they lived.
"You've heard so much…"
"Tell me again! Tell me of…Rachel? She seems to be a wonderful choice for a bride," Faramir said admiringly. Boromir laughed despite his grief.
"Don't waste your emotions, dear Faramir! She is inevitably Legolas'!"
"Well, then, tell me of her anyway! Then I wish to know of the exiled king!"
"Fine then. Rachel…what words describe her? She fights…She mourns…She is silent more often than not and seems to have a severe disliking to wargs…" Boromir contemplated. Faramir laughed.
"More! What of her appearance? You've never told me."
"She has long, red, curly hair like fire and grey green eyes the color of clouds before a shower. She stands straight and tall and seems perfectly comfortable with any weapon, or at least the ones she has been tested with thus far!"
"A mighty adversary! I may have to examine her sword play!"
"She…she seems so tight at times. It's like she's a cat, ready to pounce," Boromir realized. Rachel never was relaxed. No wonder she sometimes made him edgy.
"And of Aragorn? What does this glorious man seem to be?" Faramir asked, excited. He and his brother didn't get to talk much anymore and it was wonderful to have a casual conversation with him.
"He is very proud and wise…I was lucky to have such a companion. He knows his place," Boromir said, nodding. Faramir saw his older brother sigh longingly.
"You think of Holly?"
"Indeed. I hope she is well."
"She is…I see no other way of it."
"I hope you are right, brother."
A/N: You like? Tehe…I'm kind of hyper right now…110 reviews = sequel! Remember that!