A/N: I have never thought I could continue on with this. I hope you like it, I am going to try my best at making sense with my thoughts. Please R&R. I have no betta so I own my mistakes. A thank you to Ducky'sgirl4ever.
Loved The Same: Tattered
February - 3019
A smile crossed Faramir's face as he recalled events in his life that he wish he shared the love his father shared so much with Boromir.
But before Faramir though of how he wished the event would have happend he could not stop himself from recalling how the event un-folded.
He thought of the time when he was six and Boromir was elven and how they escaped from under their nanny's watch and snuck into the market.
Spring - 2989
"Come Faramir!" the elder boy called to his little brother who stood at the foot of the steps that lead from their private chamber and into main living area. Faramir eyes look downward as he strangled the now tattered stuffed bear in his small hands. They young boy had not let go of the toy was was given by his now deceased mother when he was born.
Boromir climbed back up the steps and took Faramir by the hand. "Nani always lets us go to the market," coaxed the now impatient Boromir. Faramir reluctantly followed his brother.
"Boromir! Faramir!" the nanny called. The younger boys eye's widened. "Right here Nani!" Boromir called "We are going to the market." The nanny sighed, she knew she should go but they boys have been to market many times with out her, "just let the guard know on your way out!" she called after them. Not long after Boromir meet up with some friends, Faramir hung close to his brother.
The resident bullies took note of the sons of the Steward. They set their eyes on the younger one. Swiftly they took hold of the younger boy making sure to place a hand over his mouth. Faramir squeaked when he realized what was happening, he dropped his stuffed toy in attempt to stop the older boys. But with no luck they took to the near by ally where they dropped his to the ground. Faramir lay frozen where he was dropped in the mud.
Meanwhile…
"Ready to-" Boromir stopped mid sentence to find his little brother no where to be found. The he felt a tap on his shoulder, it was one of his friends in his hand was Faramir's stuffed bear. Boromir swore under his breath.
As if they all had the same thought the four boys dashed off to the near by ally.
They saw the bullies standing over a small figure covered in the mud and curled up into a small ball. "Faramir!" the four boys raced towards the bullies and their captive. "Let him go!" Boromir commanded. The bullies just laughed.
It was not long before Boromir and his friends manage to 'convince' the bullies to leave. Boromir picked up his tear and mud stained brother. One of the boys handed Faramir his tattered bear.
Boromir carried his younger brother all they back to the Cidel even though the younger boy was not hurt.
As soon as they reached they top of the Citdel steps they meet their father's unkind eyes. Boromir quickly placed his brother on the ground and Faramir quickly hid his stuffed bear behind his back. There was nothing they could do to hid the mud covered Faramir.
With out a word the brothers followed their father to the council chamber. Boromir could see the tears welling up in Faramir's eyes. "Wipe your tears away little brother," Boromir whispered. "you know Father does not like to see weakness." Faramir rubbed his eyes.
Once they were in the room Boromir started "Father it was my fau-" Denother cut him off. "How could you not defend yourself?" Denethor spat at his six-year-old son. Faramir bit his lip. "Father!" Boromir's voice rose. "he is only six and has not learned to fight yet, he was out numbered three to one!"
"and," Denethor continued ignoring Boromir's defence "You ruined your clothing" Faramir fell to his knees spewing out all kinds of apologies. Denethor picked his younger son up by the back of the shirt and tossed him out the door and yelled for him to clean up. Boromir quickly followed his crying brother.
February - 3019
Faramir smiled again thinking of the fond memory with his brother, while it was not all happy it was a fond memory. Faramir's mind then wandered to what the event could have been like if his father loved him as much as he loved Boromir.
Winter - 2989 - When they meet Denethor at the top of the steps.
Denethor rushed to his boys. "Faramir! Are you okay!" he asked taking his youngest son from the arms of his oldest sons. "I c-c-an wa-wa-lk" Faramir murmured threw tears. "It is okay son, I do not mind" he smiled and them wiped the tears from Faramir's eyes. "Now lets get you cleaned up!"
February - 3019
If only Faramir thought. While he knew nothing would change, now with the death of Boromir, things would start to get interesting. But nothing could stop Faramir from imagining if only things were different.