Together

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer:"What a beautiful mess, what a beautiful mess I'm in. Spending all my time with you, there's nothing else I'd rather do. What a sweet addiction that I'm caught up in..." - Beautiful Mess, I can't remember who sings it, it's country.

Flashbacks

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Chapter 10

What a Mess

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The next morning, Boromir awoke to find Faramir and all the Rangers gone.

He debated about facing his father, but decided against it. He wasn't even hungry.

He looked around for something to occupy himself with while he tried to think this through.

Then he noticed Miriel's letter, which he hadn't read. He picked it up, holding it for a moment, then he put it back down.

Love could wait. What happened last night caught up with him. He'd betrayed Faramir. He had. Why hadn't he spoken up? He would have to face his father today. Even if it meant never seeing Miriel again. He had his priorities set, and Faramir had always been number one on that list.

Boromir planned on marching right into his father's study, and telling him everything. Then his father would realize his own foolishness, send for Faramir and his Rangers to come back to Minas Tirith, and his father would also be allright with him and Miriel.

That was pure fiction, and Boromir knew it. But Boromir had to think of something while he was pacing in front of his study.

"Come in before you wear a hole in the carpeting." Boromir heard his father's voice directed at him through the door. Boromir felt a shiver through his spine, remembering Faramir joking about his Father being able to spy on them at all times.

Boromir walked into his Father's office. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk. All the books were neatly arranged on the shelves. Though, Boromir knew that if one was standing at the right place, and lifted up the rug, (that is, by the tall oaken bookshelf, facing left), you could see the small inkstain from when Boromir and Faramir had been playing tag and Boromir had knocked the inkwell over. That was the only thing his father had never found out about, considering it was almost hidden by a rug, that had been strategicaly placed by their mother, not wanting to get the boys in trouble.

"There now." said Finduilas, pulling the rug just a few inches to the left. "I do not think your father will notice that we moved his rug a little bit." she said, smiling. "Now, do you promise not to play Tag around your father's things again?"

"Yes, Mama." said Boromir and Faramir at the same time.

"Good." she said "Now, run along, your father will surely guess something is the matter if he comes and catches us in here."

"Papa won't get mad?" asked Faramir.

"No, darling." said Finduilas. "Mama won't let him."

"Thank you." said Faramir, who proceeded to suck his thumb.

Boromir looked at his Father. He had changed so much since then. His father's hair had once been jet black, as Boromir and Faramir's hair was now. Boromir never remembered his Father having a wrinkle until their mother died. Though Boromir knew his father was now undoubtly older than he used to be, Boromir remembered his grandfather, Ecthelion. Very little he remembered, but the little he did, it did not involve as many wrinkles and lines as his father's face had. Denethor's excuse was that it was a time of war. And war adds age.

'War adds age?' Boromir thought to himself. 'I've seen more war than you, and yet I have not a wrinkle.' Boromir knew that it was wrong to contradict his father, but it was just so easy to do so. It didn't used to be. Boromir used to be afraid of his father. No, his father had never raised a hand to either him or Faramir, but his anger was scary enough.

Boromir stood up straighter, if possible.

"I know why you've come." said Denethor. "And though your efforts to have Faramir come back to this city will be fruitless, you may still try to persuade me. I do not try to be one-sided."

Boromir restrained from letting out a snort of disgust. He loved his father, but he did tend to be one-sided, though, normally it was in Boromir's favor. Sadly, this was not one of those cases.

"You know me all to well Father." said Boromir. "I have no case, except to say I am done with Miriel, if only you will allow Faramir to return."

Denethor glanced up, as he had resumed doing paperwork, which he then set down the paper he was reading.

"It was you." he said softly, almost to himself. "I never thought you'd be the one to betray me." The last part was more directed at Boromir. "Do you promise, never to see that girl again?"

Boromir winced, and stopped himself from chiding his father to say 'Miriel'.

"Yes." That was word was the hardest word Boromir had to say in his life.

"Fine." said Denethor, resuming his work. "Send a messenger. Faramir and his men may return. You are dissmissed."

Boromir turned to leave.

"Boromir?" said Denethor, and Boromir turned partway. "I will know if you are lying. That is all."

Boromir walked out of the room.

He went to the barracks to send a messenger, but than thought better of it, and decided to go himself. He knew his father would be furious, but it was nothing that Boromir hadn't seen before, except it was normally directed at Faramir.

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Just...shut up Trisher. And David Wenham IS hott! 'Specially when he's on fire! LoL!

I make fun of the guys I think are hott. I'm such a mean person.