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A/N: This came to me while watching the flashback scene in the extended edition of The Two Towers. If I seem a little harsh against Denethor then it's because I hate him with a purple passion. It's Boromir's POV and I hope you like it. I'm really proud of it.
All Will Turn To Silver Glass
Boromir's POV
And all will turnTo silver glassA light on the waterAll souls pass -Annie Lennox "Into the West"Faramir. My baby brother. Second son of the Steward of Gondor. My beloved brother and my father's hated son.
I look at him today, the day we finally reclaimed Osgilith for Gondor. Faramir was there with me every step of the way, though I know that somehow our shared victory will be twisted around to only my victory and another way that Faramir is lacking.
I have never seen Faramir as lacking anything. As children I would spend more time training to fight while he read his way through the great library. When I turned twelve, we switched. He started his combat training and I began my training on how to run Gondor. It was at that time that I first noticed that Father doesn't love Faramir as I do. Faramir was never neglected as he is the son of the Steward, but Father never spent the time with him as he did me.
As we grew, Father started sending me to purge the land of Orcs. Every time I returned, my baby brother was older. Logically I knew that in the months I would be gone, Faramir would grow. Though for several years he would remain the same boy that I knew and loved.
And then, in my twenty-third year, his eighteenth, Faramir was suddenly a very serious man. It wasn't until later that I found out that Father had ordered Faramir to grow up. I wept that night for the loss of my innocent baby brother.
Two years later he was made into a captain of Gondor. I was so proud of him that day. Two years after that we are here and all I want to do is celebrate our victory with my men and Faramir.
But of course, he had to come and ruin it. I love my father, but his insistence that Faramir is lesser than me wears thin. I am no more than a mortal man, and Faramir is my brother, my best friend, my right hand. I don't want to imagine losing him. Father has grown close and as always, I am the perfect son and Faramir is the bad one because he didn't hold Osgilith by himself.
I moved away to speak to Father about Faramir. This disdain he holds for my beloved brother must stop. Faramir would do anything to earn Father's respect, and I know that it will not happen. I begin to speak but Father cuts me off. What's this he says? The Ring of the Enemy has been found? It could be useful. What! No I will not go to Rivendell, I want to stay with Faramir.
"I will go Father," I hear Faramir say. Father smirks as he stares at his second son.
"You? A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor to show his quality? I think not. You will go," he snapped at me.
I nod, straining not to strike Father for the insult he threw at Faramir. No one insults him, not even Father.
The next morning I sat on my horse, looking at the pale sky. I could see Faramir standing on the side of me. He hands me the reigns and a small smile crosses my face. "Do not worry Brother. I will return," I promise. I knee the horse to get it moving. I looked back when I was halfway out of the city and he was still standing there.
"Farewell Brother," Faramir whispered.
2nd A/N: What do you think??? Please review and tell me!