AN: Yes, i finally updated my *one* fic. Im being attacked by the plotbunnies so this will probably be updated a lot more, now that i have a general plot in my head. Thanks for all of you who actually take time to read my junk! ;)
oh, and i know its a short chapter. forgive me, its a bad habbit.
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Boromir burst the door open and let his backpack slide off his shoulder to the ground with a loud CLUNK. "Home Sweet Home," he said to himself with a hint of sarcasm as he slumped down onto the couch to watch some boring television show. He wasted away the afternoon this way---it was the way he usually did. And the way he liked it.
It was only when the room started to get dark that he really noticed what time it was. "Wonder where Faramir is..." he thought absent-mindedly as he checked his watch. He decided that he had better get ready to meet up with the others, the movie started in less than an hour. He had only gotten up, however, when the front door opened abruptly.
Denethor swept by in a feud of rage. He trudged through the living room and out into the kitchen without even registering Boromir was there. Boromir had seen him come home like this many times before, in fact almost every day recently. Now he saw it as a warning to proceed with caution and chose his words carefully.
"Hey...Dad..." was all he managed to say, following his father into the kitchen. Perfect choice of words, he thought.
"Where is your brother?" Denethor snapped quickly in an annoyed tone. He set his work-bags down and made himself a cup of coffee. Boromir tried to think of better words.
"I said 'Where is your brother?' !" he repeated, as he sat down at the table. "Did he run off again? With that grungy girlfriend of his?!" Boromir perked up at this. He didn't like his father calling Eowyn 'grungy'.
But Denothor continued before Boromir could think this over for more than half a second. "I'm sick of him thinking he can run the place!!! Talking back at me, gallavanting around doing whatever he wants!" he lectured to his coffee cup.
Boromir restrained his annoyance and chose to ignore the last 4 sentences. "Actually, i thought he was with you. He told me he was going by your work after school to get your permission---"
"MY PERMISSION?!" Denethor yelled as he threw his coffee cup at the wall. It broke into severel pieces with a crash and Boromir was startled at this random act of violence. Denethor didn't even seem to notice he had just broken his favorite cup. "What does Faramir care about my permission?!" His tone was nasty and his temper boiling, but Boromir was used to this and knew better than to back away.
"Stop it Dad! Get some hold on yourself. This is madness." Boromir managed to say as he picked up the broken pieces of the once-coffee-cup. "What the hell is wrong?"
Denethor buried his face in his hands and let out a huge sigh. "Nothing, you've done nothing," he sayed in a very different tone than before---more relaxed. "Listen, its Friday night. I'm sure you have much better things to do than listen to an old man bicker with himself. Go on, Go."
Boromir took his cue to leave and grabbed his jacket and keys. But before he left, he turned around in the doorway and said softly "He does try to please you, Dad."
Denethor only responded with a louder and firmer "GO."
Boromir obeyed.
oh, and i know its a short chapter. forgive me, its a bad habbit.
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Boromir burst the door open and let his backpack slide off his shoulder to the ground with a loud CLUNK. "Home Sweet Home," he said to himself with a hint of sarcasm as he slumped down onto the couch to watch some boring television show. He wasted away the afternoon this way---it was the way he usually did. And the way he liked it.
It was only when the room started to get dark that he really noticed what time it was. "Wonder where Faramir is..." he thought absent-mindedly as he checked his watch. He decided that he had better get ready to meet up with the others, the movie started in less than an hour. He had only gotten up, however, when the front door opened abruptly.
Denethor swept by in a feud of rage. He trudged through the living room and out into the kitchen without even registering Boromir was there. Boromir had seen him come home like this many times before, in fact almost every day recently. Now he saw it as a warning to proceed with caution and chose his words carefully.
"Hey...Dad..." was all he managed to say, following his father into the kitchen. Perfect choice of words, he thought.
"Where is your brother?" Denethor snapped quickly in an annoyed tone. He set his work-bags down and made himself a cup of coffee. Boromir tried to think of better words.
"I said 'Where is your brother?' !" he repeated, as he sat down at the table. "Did he run off again? With that grungy girlfriend of his?!" Boromir perked up at this. He didn't like his father calling Eowyn 'grungy'.
But Denothor continued before Boromir could think this over for more than half a second. "I'm sick of him thinking he can run the place!!! Talking back at me, gallavanting around doing whatever he wants!" he lectured to his coffee cup.
Boromir restrained his annoyance and chose to ignore the last 4 sentences. "Actually, i thought he was with you. He told me he was going by your work after school to get your permission---"
"MY PERMISSION?!" Denethor yelled as he threw his coffee cup at the wall. It broke into severel pieces with a crash and Boromir was startled at this random act of violence. Denethor didn't even seem to notice he had just broken his favorite cup. "What does Faramir care about my permission?!" His tone was nasty and his temper boiling, but Boromir was used to this and knew better than to back away.
"Stop it Dad! Get some hold on yourself. This is madness." Boromir managed to say as he picked up the broken pieces of the once-coffee-cup. "What the hell is wrong?"
Denethor buried his face in his hands and let out a huge sigh. "Nothing, you've done nothing," he sayed in a very different tone than before---more relaxed. "Listen, its Friday night. I'm sure you have much better things to do than listen to an old man bicker with himself. Go on, Go."
Boromir took his cue to leave and grabbed his jacket and keys. But before he left, he turned around in the doorway and said softly "He does try to please you, Dad."
Denethor only responded with a louder and firmer "GO."
Boromir obeyed.