Chapter 2

Boromir, Bored Again

By

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Ok, So I'll keep going, thanks guys. Ok so the first story was SUPPOSED to be funny, but I kinda killed it didn't I, with Denethor. Anyway. So here I present to you the chronicles of Boredom. Oh, yes and it's been a while since the Truth or Dare incident, I'm going say winter, just for the sake of snow. Ok? So don't get confused when I have it be cold and snowy. Boromir is about 7 or 8 in the flashback, which is in Italics.

And No, Hopeless Delirium, Sorry I cannot kill Denethor, though you'll see what happens to him.......

Thanks to Jen and Mat for reviewing.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, cept' the ragtag team of boys. Did you hug your poor, depressed, unloved, ranger today? I did!

Boromir sighed. He was unbelievably bored, and Faramir would not forget about the Truth or Dare incident. So here Boromir was all alone on the steps of the castle. He sighed again.

Faramir sighed. He had been sitting reading in the library reading when Boromir had come in asking if they could do something. Faramir, still remembering the Truth or Dare incident, said no way, whatsoever. But he was rethinking his choice. He hated being shunned by Father, but what did it matter? He was never going to like him. Faramir sighed, then pushed the dusty book away, and headed down the slipper castle steps.

Boromir saw Faramir walking toward him, and jumped up.

"Okay little bro, ready to have some fun?"

"Yes, Boromir, Troubless Fun. Innocent fun."

"I can't promise that, but I can promise fun." He said with a smile.

The two boys ran out into the town of Minas Tirith looking for some boys their age. They found a group of ragtag boys, with their ringleader, Beregul. Boromir and Faramir weren't really allowed to play with who their father called "ruffians" (coughFORESHADOWINGcough).

"Greetings Lords." Said Beregul mockingly

"Good day, Beregul." Said Faramir not realizing he was making fun of them.

Boromir pushed down the anger that was boiling up. "Do you guys want to do something?"

The boys all turned their eyes toward Beregul, waiting for their leader's decision.

"I don't know, Boromir. Won't yer daddy be mad at ya for playing with us simple folk?"

Boromir pushed down the anger even farther.

"No, Lord Denethor does not care what we do, So long as we obey and study."

"Really? I thought that you were not allowed to play with us."

Flashback

Little boys are running around, happily playing a game of tag. It late summer and the sun was getting low in the sky.

"Ha! Got you Beregul! Bet you can't catch me!"

"I bet I can Boromir!"

Beregul jumped, tackling Boromir to the ground. They both lay on the ground; the rest of the boys joined the tackling, till it was a pile of boys. They all got off laughing just for the sake of laughing. Beregul and Boromir were the last to stand up, being on the bottom. They stood up arms around each other shoulders, like best friends.

"Boromir!"

Boromir turned around. There was his father, Lord Denethor.

"Lllord Denethor." Beregul said shaking and trying to bow.

"Boromir, What have I told you? Do not play with these ruffians, these common street boys. You are above this! You are to be Steward, and I do not want these boys to give you a bad influence. If I ever see you boys corrupting my son again, I shall make sure that you and your parents are punished." He grabbed Boromir's arm and pulled him away from Beregul's side.

"Beregul." Boromir whispered

Beregul looked away.

A Week Later.....

Boromir ran out of the castle into the street, cloaked so that no one could tell his identity as future steward. He ran till he found the place where they played. The boys were already there playing and laughing. When they saw Boromir they stopped. Boromir threw off his cloak and went to join them. Beregul stepped forward.

"Boromir, you're not allowed here."

"Beregul...."

"No Boromir, go away. We don't want to get in trouble. Leave."

"Beregul please...."

"No Boromir."

Boromir put his cloak back on, and turned. He never looked back.

End of Flashback

"Beregul, I am old enough to make my own choices."

Beregul shrugged, "Then come on then." He said.

Boromir and Faramir smiled and joined them, romping about in the snow playing Fox and Geese.

"Hey!" called Boromir "I know I good place to have a snowball fight, if you like."

A roar of approval came from the boys.

"C'mon then!" Boromir shouted. He led them to the gardens, where there was plenty of snow. They picked sides, Faramir jumping up and down at the prospect of being with the "big kids" in a snowball fight.

Beregul picked Faramir "That kid's got spunk." He remarked as he saw Faramir try to rush over to his side but he tripped and fell down, only to jump back up and hurry over as if Beregul would unpick him if he didn't get over there.

When the teams were picked they made forts, and the fight commenced.

"Ha! Got ya Findlay!"

"No I got you first!"

"HEY! WHO THREW THE SNOWBAL WITH ICE!?"

"SORRY!"

There was a triumphant cry from Faramir as he nailed Boromir in the face with a snowball.

"I got you Boromir! Beregul! I got Boromir! I got you good! Right in the face! He never saw it coming! It was so funny-"

His rambling was ended when Boromir hit him in the face with a snowball.

"It's on Little Brother!"

The snowball fight kept on going till the sun was beginning to set. Lord Denethor began wondering where his son- sons- were. He decided, that it was a rather nice day, nice for winter, and that he would take a stroll and find him-them-hopefully doing something constructive.

Faramir and Boromir were still going at it.

Faramir had a rather large snowball, and he threw it directly at Boromir's head. Boromir ducked, but a snowball like that didn't just land on the ground. It hit the face of the Steward of Gondor, Lord Denethor.

All the boys ducked behind the fort opposite of the Lord Denethor.

Lord Denethor was shaking with anger, his face was red and snow clung to his hair, eyebrows and around his cloak. Faramir was whimpered.

"I'm sorry Father." He said very quietly.

"Sorry?" Lord Denethor's voice was very quiet. (Like a when a teacher is mad and is talking in barely above a whisper, trying to withhold the anger. That scary quiet voice that you know you're dead when you hear it. Well I do)

"Is that all you have to say for yourself? Sorry?"

Faramir nodded his head and shuffled his feet.

"Father, I was the one that lead the boys up here. Faramir didn't want to come, but I made him, and I was the one that lead the boys up here for a snowball fight. And I started the snowball fight with Faramir. Please don't blame him."

Denethor turned to his eldest son.

"Have I not told you Boromir? Faramir will only bring trouble, and have you apologizing for the rest of your life for him. Do not defend him. He did not try to stop you, did he? He could of. And do not speak out for you have also defied me by seeing these boys. I will make sure you never see any of these boys again." He turned his back and walked away. Boromir, who was tightly hanging on to Faramir, as if Faramir would be gone for ever if he let go.

After the Steward and the young Lords left, the boys crept back to their homes.

Beregul went home, pale, wondering what the Lord would do to Boromir and Faramir, or to his family. Beregul walked into his house where his mother was cooking dinner.

"Beregul? What tis wrong?"

"Mother, I was up in the gardens with the young lords, and the Steward came out, and yelled at them, especially at the youngest, though Boromir said it was his own fault. But the thing that troubles me the most is that, the Lord Denethor said that he would make sure that Boromir and Faramir never saw us or our families again."

His mother clucked her tongue.

"The poor family. The Lord lost his wife when they were but children, and I'm afraid that Faramir reminds the Lord of his wife. Twill be alright, Beregul, if we have to move we shall, if it be the Lord's will. But I hope twill not come to that."

Beregul sighed and went to bed with a heavy, heavy mind.

Okay, how do I do that? I try to make a story funny and it comes out totally messed up. Sorry, but I am about ready to kill this story. Denethor just keeps on finding his way in. I don't know how. But Sorry, this is now going to be a sad story, but due to a request from my friend Trisha, I'm gonna try to make a "happy version" but that might take awhile.

Review plz! -LiL Pippin Padfoot