Count on Me
summary: Boromir and Faramir talk the dawn before Boromir sets out for Rivendell.
Story sort-of based on the Tonic song, "Count on Me".
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italics indicate thoughts.
The sun had just begin to peak over the horizon, every minute bringing it closer to a full rising- and for Faramir's brother, Boromir, to leave and set out for Rivendell. He was suppose to learn more of the One Ring that had been found for Denethor, their father, and bring it back if possible.
The youngest of the two looked towards the window, fighting back tears in his eyes. He had been taught that tears were for children, but he knew the danger his brother went into, though he doubted Boromir realized the evil he would face along the way, and when he reached his destination.
"I....I have a bad feeling Boromir. There will be great evil along the road you take, I think. I know Father cannot understand, but I worry for you. Greatly."
Boromir turned slightly to his brother. It was in times like these that he realized he was truly the elder of the two, though it mattered little between them.
The sun gradually continued it's rising, as the two brothers just sat there together quietly, and they both cried- Boromir with a bit of shame, but Faramir not caring, for he was to worried about his brother to care how tears might seem to some.
In truth, both of them half did not know why they cried. It was not as if Boromir had never gone off for awhile by himself on some mission.
But those were different. Faramir pondered. Those were to rid orcs, to check the border, something like that. Most of them were not out of Gondor and if they were, they were not far. Who knows how far it is the Lord Elrond and Rivendell? To many leagues to count!
"Don't worry, little brother." Boromir's soft voice drew Faramir's attention. "I'll be back some day. I won't fail, I'll find away to succeed. You know you can count on me."
"Yes, I know very well, but what worries me is not what is in your ability to change. Brother, I think that Father underestimates the power of the Ring. It's from Mordor, from Sauron, and I think it might be able to take hold even on you. Please be careful?" Faramir asked in an almost childish voice, the voice of a son asking his Father to be cautious when the Father is going out to a greatly outnumbered battle.
Had it been anyone else, Boromir would have waved the worries aside, but Faramir was perceptive and often right on matters such as these.
The older sighed and stared at the open plains before him, open plains that lead for a least a quarter of the journey to Rivendell. It was easy to get lost on such land, and just getting to his destination would be diffucult, since there were none alive in Gondor who had ever traveled that great distance.
"I will be careful." Boromir whispered softly, and sincerely. He would.
Faramir nodded, though his worry did not decrease.
"It is time for me to go."
And then he spoke the last words he would ever speak to Faramir,
"Remember today, little brother."
The End
