The next day, Boromir was tired. He'd had less sleep than he'd liked, and was extremely bad tempered. His best friend Imrahil had come up to the tower, and asked if he would like to come and play. Denethor had been kind enough to let him go. Faramir's friend Beregond hadn't come, so he was alone. Faramir was bored. He pulled on a cloak and exited the tower.

"Borrie!" Faramir ran to where his brother and a few of his brother's friends were playing with a ball. "Borrie, can I play?"

"Borrie!" Everyone laughed at the nick-name the child had given him, apart from Imrahil, and, of course, Boromir.

"No," Boromir was bright red, and looked as if he was about to cry.

"Can I, Imralie?" Faramir asked.

"No," Boromir said again, giving his brother a push in the face. Since he was five years older than Faramir, the younger child was knocked over and he struck his head on the stone floor. There was a hushed silence. All of Boromir's friends departed, apart from Imrahil who bent down to check if Faramir was all right. Boromir was even closer to tears now.

"Faramir!" Boromir's parents ran to their younger child. Well, his mother did. Denethor tried to comfort Boromir.

"Don't worry, lad," he said, cradling the boy in his arms. "It isn't your fault."

"It is, papa," Boromir cried.

"Don't blame yourself," Denethor said. Faramir sat up, rubbed his head, and looked directly at Boromir.

"I hate you," he said loudly. "You're not Boromir anymore, you're Boribble."

"That wasn't a nice thing to say, Faramir," Denethor put a protective hand on Boromir's shoulder.

"I deserved it papa," Boromir said. "Really, I did. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. I wouldn't let Farrie play with us, then I pushed him over. I'm sorry, Faramir."

"Boromir!" Finduilas scolded.

"I'm not sorry," Faramir said.

"Faramir," Denethor warned, frowning.

"I'm sorry papa," Faramir looked at the floor.

"Not to me," Denethor said. Faramir looked at his mother and opened his mouth. "Not your mother." Faramir looked at Boromir and sighed.

"Give him one of these," Finduilas whispered, and kissed the top of the child's black hair, gently squeezing him round the middle.

"I'm sorry Boromir!" Faramir ran to him, bursting into tears half way there, flinging his arms round his brother's middle, squeezing with all his might, and smothering him with kisses. Finduilas smiled up at her husband, who grinned. Imrahil was laughing, but it didn't matter. All of Boromir's friends came back, but he didn't care. He was happy with just his mother, his father, and his little brother.