I don't own LotR
The next days were a blur, and Boromir seemed to skip about his work. Faramir, now early in his teens, noticed this unusual behavior and questioned his brother one night.
"Boromir, what pleases you so?"
"Faramir, dear brother, I am in love." Boromir answered. The younger made a face.
"Oh, who with?" he asked, slightly uncaring but jealous nonetheless.
"Her name is Wyniel. You must remember her." Boromir said as he gazed at the stars
outside his window.
"Yeah, she's lovely, I guess." Faramir feigned indifference. He looked up at his brother, so proud, so noble, and longed to be like him. "Will she be coming here at all?"
Boromir thought, then answered; "I hope so. I haven't told anyone yet, but…" he smiled down at his brother, seated upon a cushion, "I'm going to marry her."
"And you haven't told father!" Faramir exclaimed.
"I mean to." Boromir stated. "But when the time is right. Please, Faramir, do not let slip this information until father is in a good mood, else I fear that you shall never have a sister-in-law."
Faramir acquiesced, unstrung his bow and climbed into bed. "Goodnight." he said and thought no more of it.