As of most stories, I forgot to put a disclaimer on this fic. So, here it is: I DO NOT OWN THE LORD OF THE RINGS!!! (but I wish I did)

This chapter is especially for Mel, as she was complaining that no-one was updating.

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Boromie, chapter three

"Boromir? Can I play?" It was a day later, and Boromir was playing with his friends again.

"No," One of Boromir's friends said. "Go away. Go back to your fluffy mûmakil and mini-balrogs."

"Boromir?" Faramir was close to tears as he turned to look at his brother. The older sibling took a deep breath, looked at his brother, then down and the floor and muttered.

"Course you can, Faramir,"

"I'm not playing with him," Boromir's 'friend' said. "He's a baby."

"No he's not!" Boromir and Imrahil said together.

"Then you must be babies too," the 'friend' said and walked off.

"They're not babies," Another boy said. "But my mama said I'm not allowed to play with people younger than me in case I hurt them."

"You won't hurt me!" Faramir cried, but that boy had walked off too.

"Oh dear," A boy cried. "I'm hungry. It must be supper time."

"Yes," Another boy said. "It must me. I'll come too." They were left with just with the two sons of the steward and Imrahil.

"It's all right," Boromir snapped. "You can go too. I don't care. We can have fun by ourselves. Surely your parents want you home, or don't want you to play with us, or†or" he blinked away tears.

"I'll stay," Imrahil said. "Promise I will."

"Don't worry, Boromir, we'll think of something to do," Faramir said. "Did you tell them about the toys?"

"No," Boromir protested.

"You said you'd keep it a secret!" Faramir cried. Now he was about to cry. "You promised!"

"I didn't tell them, Farrie," Boromir protested loudly. "He thinks he made it up!"

"He didn't, Faramir," Imrahil said. "I mean, he didn't tell. That boy's just an idiot anyway."

"How about we get that last werewolf in your room to eat him," Boromir suggested.

"No, I don't think he's taste very nice," Imrahil said. "Maybe we could drown him."

"Or get a vampire to drink his blood," Faramir started to get excited.

"How about those dumbledors in your room?" Imrahil said. "They must have a use."

"I keep on telling you – they're not dumbledors, they're werewolves!" Faramir cried.

"Oh,"

"Hey, those werewolves could tear him to bits!" Faramir cried.

"Do they could!" Imrahil cried. "Like this!" he lunged at the five year old, who screamed with delight. Imrahil wasn't attacking him, just tickling him.

"And then another one could join in like this!" Boromir decided to join in.

"And†and†and when they're done with him, a warg could come and join in, and they'd have a big fight over the bits," Faramir decided to join in and 'transformed' into a warg. Imrahil smoothly transformed into a vampire.

"But it would be a very careful fight," Boromir said quickly, looking at his brother. "Because we don't want anyone to get hurt."

"I won't, Boromir!" Faramir exclaimed, noticing his brother looking at him.

"It's just that..." Boromir muttered. "You got hurt yesterday."

"It's NOT MY FAULT!" Faramir yelled.

"I know, Farrie, and I didn't say it was," Imrahil said. "And neither did Boromir, come to think of it."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, Faramir," Boromir said.

"I know," Faramir said.

"It was my fault," Boromir said.

"No it wasn't," Imrahil said.

"I was!" Boromir said.

"No!" Imrahil argued.

"Yes it was!" Boromir and Faramir cried together.

"Faramir, I don't think you were supposed to agree with him!" Imrahil laughed. They all laughed. Suddenly Finduilas and Denethor were standing the doorway. Boromir and Faramir both suddenly remembered that their mother was going away. Boromir made nothing of it, bit Faramir gave a hoarse sob and ran and hugged his mother. Finduilas laughed.

"You don't have to say good-bye just yet," Faramir," she said. "Go and play with Boromir and Imrahil."

"Come on Faramir!" Boromir cried. "We're missing our warg!"

"Go on, play!" Finduilas laughed. "I'm not going until tonight!" Faramir reluctantly returned to his brother and his brother's friend. Denethor smiled as he put his arm around his wife's waist and watched his two sons playing nicely together.