And there's more, folks! These were both for a challenge where the drabble had to involve horses, and horses and Faramir are two of my very favorite topics to write about, so I enjoyed these.

An Educated Horse

Boromir wondered what on earth was keeping Faramir.

Agitated, he stuck his head around the corner into the stableyard. The brothers had taken a long ride that day, gallivanting about the Pelennor at top speed so ten-year-old Faramir could get used to his new horse, a rather stubborn old gray gelding. Faramir now walked the horse around in circles in the paddock to cool him out, which was unremarkable. What was remarkable to Boromir was that he seemed to be talking to the horse.

The elder strode into the paddock. What are you doing?

...but Thingol didn't want them to be married - Faramir looked up. Shh! I'm telling him the tale of Beren and Luthien. He's going to be a very educated horse.

Boromir blinked.

Undeserving

Damrod watched the Captain with concern.

Faramir looked up. His jaw appeared to be unpleasantly tight. They had won the latest skirmish, and Osgiliath remained safely in the hands of Minas Tirith. But the victory obviously did nothing to lighten the Captain's heart. He was gazing about the battlefield, eyes resting grimly on every fallen man.

Do you know what I especially regret about this war, Damrod?

No, sir, Damrod replied honestly.

Faramir knelt. At his feet lay a fallen horse, gruesome wounds stretching across its flanks. He laid a hand on the beast's head, and for once he let just a bit of sadness show on his face. These horses have nothing to do with the wars of men, and yet we ride them into battle and death.

Damrod paused a moment, then knelt by his captain, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. Eventually, there will be peace, sir, he said hesitantly.

Faramir looked up at him and gave the smallest of smiles. I certainly hope so.