The Lord of the Apples

(A High-School Setting)

FELLOWSHIP OF THE APPLES PART 1 CHAPTER 4 BOROMIR & FARAMIR

A/N: Another Chapter, whoa! And we're not even into the actual story. I think this
is the second last intro. Then I can finally get to the fun stuff.

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The Bell for first class had rung 30 seconds ago. Boromir was fretting and kept glancing up the hallway to his first period class; his dad was teaching it and he didn't want to be late. Faramir didn't seem to have noticed that the bell had rung, he was still laughing and chatting with some friends. "Faramir, Hurry up!" urged Boromir.

Faramir stopped mid sentence and turned with obvious annoyance to his brother, "What? Am I not allowed to hang out with my new friends now?"

"We can't. Not after the bell has gone, and it went a minute ago," replied Boromir with exasperation.

"Umm, bro? Just me; you can go." Faramir was really annoyed with how Boromir didn't seem to know how to leave him alone, ever.

Boromir, ignoring his brother's reply, continued, "We have to find Dad. I'm never late for him!"

"There can always be a first, can't there?" asked Faramir hopefully, taking a different approach to the situation.

"NO!" shouted Boromir with irritation. "Now shut your pie-hole and help me find him!"

Faramir readied a hot reply to his brother's instructions, but was distracted as he caught sight of something behind Boromir in the hallway, "Hey, who's that over there?" Faramir almost shouted with astonishment as he pointed to a couple, walking arm in arm.

Boromir glanced over his shoulder and looked back at his brother with disgust, "No one; just Éowyn, the White Lady. She's with Aragorn, son of- " Boromir trailed off, realizing the importance of what he had just said.

"Exactly" said Faramir as he stared wide-eyed at the two.

"Holy fu- "

"Language Boromir!" reminded Faramir, glancing nervously at a group of stunned young hobbits who were passing them.

"That's a bit creepy," Boromir continued to stare as Éowyn flirted shamelessly with Aragorn.

It was that moment when Denethor decided to come looking for Boromir. "He was gonna use a bad word Mister!" shouted one of the hobbits to Denethor, pointing.

Denethor stopped mid-stride, " Boromir, is it true?" he half-whispered in disbelief.

Boromir winced. Stupid hobbit, he thought savagely. "I-It is, Sir. I-I tried my h-hardest to s-stop… Faramir from saying it." He hung his head in supposed shame; he was actually trying to hide a smile as he congratulated himself for his quick thinking, but no one needed to know this.

"Faramir!" Denethor had turned to his other son in reproach.

"Boromir!" shouted Faramir, "What do you mea- "

"That's enough from you, Faramir. Leave your brother alone!" Denethor grabbed Faramir by his ear and started relentlessly towards his class.

"Ow- Dad, it wasn't me– I-ouch!"

Boromir missed Faramir's looks of hate, as he had turned around to see if Éowyn and Aragorn were still around; they weren't.

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