Talking with Faramir.

-Don't blame me, blame the fact the internet is mooshing my brain!-

"Why don't I go to Rivendell?" Faramir asked, his eyes dewy and wide.

"Not bloody likely. If anyone's going to, It's me." It wasn't, you understand, that I wanted him to stay behind so I could take the glory, as my father wanted me to, but more that this was a strange new place I was of to find. I was scared myself at the thought of going – I was not about to let my baby brother go in my place.

"But Boromir, the, um, the dream I had-"

"I know. You haven't always been right. Remember that one dream you had when we were children? The one were Elendil's heir would sleep with a wood elf prince?"

"But Boromir, I think this one's real."

I ruffled Faramirs' hair and said he worried too much, and also that if he saw me dying, there was no way I was going to change that. I don't think it comforted him much, as he broke away from the head lock I had put him in (little brothers, no matter how old they may get, never get too old for head locks) and he pushed me away.

"Fine. Go away. Just don't expect me to pick up the flack if you go and get yourself killed. You die, and I will run away to a brothel and sell myself for the next meal." He sulked, those dewy eyes still pleading me to stay. I wish I could honestly say that I wanted to, but I felt like I could as much stay in Gondor then jump of a cliff and stay in the air.

"Okay then, I'll recommend a few customers to go see you in my Will." I saw Faramir's expression. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. You should be happy I'm out of the way now."

He shot me a dark look. "Father will be impossible when you're gone."

I was silent for a while, looking out of the window. "You'll look after him as best you can."

Faramir looked a hurt. "Of course I will. But it doesn't mean he'll do the same for me. Once the Golden Son has gone, who will be there to stop him from sending me to some far of place where I can do no help for Gondor?"

A man and a woman were talking outside, and I could hear snatches of their conversation drifting through the open window. Somewhere, a dog barked. "He'll come round."

Sod's law said that father would come in right now, and he did. He didn't bother to knock of course. "You are prepared to leave?"

I picked up my pack to show him. I had asked the servants to not pack much. I slung it on my shoulders. "I am prepared and ready."

Father turned back round and walked out of the door. "Then you must go."

Before I walked out with him I turned around and gave Faramir one last look. "Goodbye, brother. We will meet again before this business is finished."

He nodded stiffly, and went back o worrying at a shirt of mine that I had discarded.