"Faramir, you worthless son, why can't you do better with a sword!" Denethor yelled at his eleven year old son. Aleathiel stepped up and frowned "He's doing his best, sir." "Shut up." He growled. Faramir sighed and picked up his bow. "I'm better at archery, Father. Watch." He shot five arrows and each arrow split the other. "At least you're good at something that doesn't involve reading." The steward stalked off. "Don't listen to him kid, you're good. Almost better than me." "Ally, I'll never be better than you. YOU had Boromir to teach you. I wish he was here." "You know your father makes him go out with the rangers a lot. I think it's because he doesn't want the three of us together." "Probably. Can we go to our tree?" "Sure kid. Head down to the kitchens and get some food. I gotta go change into a dress or my parents are gonna kill me." She smirked. "Yes ma'am." Faramir ran as fast as he could to get food.

Aleathiel leaned against the tree and sighed. "Was wrong?" Faramir asked from where he was sprawled on the ground reading a book. "I'm just thinkin' about how Boromir is doing." Faramir sat up and looked at her sadly.

"Do you think he's all right?"

"Yeah, I think he is. At least I hope he is."

"When do you think he's gonna be home?" Faramir pleaded.

"That all depends on your father."

Faramir rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the ground. "Sadly." "Fari, behave. I don't need you getting into trouble." "Sorry. I guess I just wish my brother would be able to stay home. Don't take this wrong, but it's boring without him." He sighed. "That's why I'm so special." A voice came from behind the tree. Aleathiel whipped around and saw a man leaning against the tree. "Happy birthday, Ally." He laughed. "How's the prettiest girl in the world?" Boromir asked as he walked up to her. "I don't know, why don't you ask her." She smiled. "I just did." Boromir hugged her tightly to him as Faramir jumped on his back. "I missed you two kids!" he laughed. "It's about time." Faramir laughed. "How long was it this time, six months?" "Seven." Aleathiel murmured.

One of the citadel guards walked up to them and addressed Faramir. "Milord, you have studies to do. If you hurry, you won't be late." Faramir went pale and raced off toward the hall. "Oh no." "What? Ally, what's wrong?" Boromir placed his hands on her shoulders and made her look at him. "If he's late your father is going to beat the heck out of him." "Even if I'm here?" Boromir looked worried. "Maybe, I don't know. Faramir could fight back, but he chooses not to." Aleathiel sighed. Boromir sighed and wiped his tired eyes. "Is that a beard I see growing Lord Boromir." Aleathiel smiled as she lightly tugged on his chin. "Yes, it is." He smiled back and put his arm around her shoulder. "Walk with me, please." Boromir pleaded. "But shouldn't you rest. You must be exhausted." She argued. "I'm tired, but I want to spend as much time with you and Faramir as I can. I'm leaving again in a week." Aleathiel looked up at him in surprise. "A week, that's all he's giving you?" She felt the tears well up in her eyes. "I know, it upsets me too. I would stay longer if I could." Boromir hugged the small girl beside him. "I miss you every time you leave." "I miss you too, but please can we not just be happy for the time we have? Come, I want to see how your fighting skills have improved." Boromir grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the arena. "Give me a minute to get out of this dress and I'll fight you." She laughed and ran into the armory.

I know it's kind of boring and stuff, but I'm trying here, if you have any ideas I would gladly welcome them. I have 2 more kinda short chapters already written and then I'm stumped. So any ideas would be GREAT!!! Please! I need all the inspiration I can get!!!!

Indara!

I know their ages are different in my story, than in the books, but my story relies too much on the ages to change them to what they are supposed to be, I'm gonna try to keep my mistakes like that to a minimum though. Thanks to those who pointed that out!!!