A/N: So this is a different format than my other "Loved The Same" chapters, but it feel it still fits the the title fic, they are very stand alone any way. I really don't know how this came to me it just did. I like it and it by far the longest I have ever written. I hope you like it, it took me a while to write this one I hope it is worth it.

Loved The Same - All Wrong

"Faster!" shouted Denethor to Faramir during a sword fighting training session. "Spread your feet! RELAX!"

Denethor at Faramir's sword fighting practice, did not help Faramir relax, at all. If anything it made him more tense. Faramir carefully moved left, keeping his feet firmly on the rocky soil, his elbow bent, sword forward. Block.

"Good Faramir," Said his instructor, knowing the boy need some reassurance. "Now," he continued, taking a step forward as Faramir took one back. "Remain calm, no matter what," he quickly trusted the sword upwards, pointing it towards Faramir's eyes. Faramir quickly stepped to his right, forcing his instructor to reposition. He did this several times. Faramir discovered he was quick. He may not be the best in his class, yet, like his brother Boromir, but he certainly was the swiftest. Just as he was about to block a trust to the chest his father called out;

"Do not cross your hands!"

Faramir jumped a little not expecting his father to call to him, quickly after losing balance he tried to steady himself.

"Balance!" Denethor shouted, as Faramir lost his footing and fell to ground. "Get up boy! If this were a real battle you would be dead!"

If this were a real battle, Faramir thought. You would not be here.

"Father," said Boromir walking over form the practice ring near by, pushing his dark brown hair our of his grey eyes. "It is Faramir's first week, let him get used to-" he was cut off

"There is no time for that!" He shouted "Gondor needs all the Men she can get. War is not a kind thing Boromir. Whether we want it or not, it will be here. And your brother must be ready. You were the best."

"He has the bow," Boromir said brightly, knowing that at the young age of twelve Faramir was quite a skilled archer, ignoring the fact that Denethor compared the two boys yet again.

"And in a battle he runs out of arrows what would he do?" Denethor asked.

"Father," Boromir said with a chuckle. "Let him practice, the time will come when he is skilled enough, no need to hurry it along. It will only stress him out and cause him to be tense the the ring." Denethor looked at his seventeen year old son, and then to his younger son, who was now sparring with a boy from his class. With his quick foot work, and his opponent's slower motion's Faramir was easily able to take the win.

Boromir beamed at his brother "Excellent!" he called. Denethor walked back towards the Citadel. Faramir exited the practice ring and meet up with Boromir.

"You are improving," Boromir said with a smile.

"Not according to father," Faramir said naming off all the faults he had with sword fighting.

"It is okay, you will improve over time it has only been a week," Boromir said. "Come show me how you have improved with the bow!" He tousled Faramir's dark brown locks and then placed a arm around his shoulders.

Faramir fitted the arrow to the bow, drew back and released. With great precision the arrow hit the mark on the tree.

"You have a good eye," remarked Boromir.

"Thank you," Faramir said fitting another arrow.

Boromir and Faramir made their way towards the Citadel. When the walked in they were greeted by a very moody Denethor.

"Faramir," Denethor said sternly. "I need word with you."

Faramir's grey eyes widened, he brush his sweaty bangs our of his face and followed his father to his study. Boromir watched his father and brother walk away. Faramir walked behind his father, his eyes down at the ground.

"In," barked Denethor opening the door. How Faramir hated this room. To Faramir this room only brought ill moments.

Denethor raised his hand, Faramir braced himself, Denethor hand stuck Faramir's face. Faramir let out a soft groan. He would never get used to his father's punishments, and this one was not as harsh as others.

"The Steward's son need to be in the top of his class," Denethor said half yelling at his twelve-year-old son.

"I-I-I am," Faramir stuttered "in the top of my schooling lessons."

"But, as the son of the Steward you will be expected to lead the men into battle. And no man will follow a leader who has no skills."

Faramir's face turned red, his eyes still down cast, tears starting to form in them. He starting twisting his hands together, nervously.

"Men do not cry," Denethor said striking Faramir again, this time causing the small boy to fall to the floor. "Get up!" Denethor snapped roughly pulling Faramir to his feet. Faramir gave a small squeaking sound.

"Now get out of here!" Denethor snapped, shoving Faramir our the door and crashing into Boromir.

Faramir was rubbing the tears out of his eyes, un-aware that he had been pushed into his brother.

"S-s-sorry," Faramir stammered softly as he walked away.

"Faramir," Boromir called to his brother catching him by the same arm their father used to pull Faramir to his feet. Faramir winced in pain, he hoped Boromir would not notice.

"Faramir does that hurt? What father do to you?" Boromir questioned.

"I-I hurt it during practice," Faramir muttered

"Did father hurt you?" Boromir re-asked seeing the bright red mark on his face that was not there before he went to talk to their father.

"No," Faramir said avoiding his brother's eyes.

"Then how did the mark appear on your face?" Boromir asked

"I-I-I was," Faramir stuttered "was hit with the-the flat s-s-side of the-the blade."

"Okay," Boromir said knowing it was a lie, but he knew if he would press the matter Faramir would just avoid him. Although Boromir knew he had to find out what was going on with his brother.

Some time later they gathered for dinner. Faramir sat in his chair slouched forward, pushing his food around the plate.

"Straighten up boy!" Denethor snapped, causing Faramir to jump and drop his fork to his plate with a clatter. Faramir swallowed, recovered his fork and straightened up, all at the same time.

For the remainder of the meal Denethor and his two sons remained quiet. Boromir kept giving Boromir a sidewards glance, but Faramir kept staring into nothingness and did not notice his brother's concerned glances.

Early the next morning Faramir woke to the bruise on his arm much worst than the previous day, luckily the mark across his face did in fact look like he took a side of the blade to his face. Faramir picked up his books, papers, quill, and ink and then headed out the door for his schooling lessons.

Faramir was relived to get to his lesson, here is was free and his father was not there to humiliate him, here he was his own, here he was the best.

"You did great today, as always," his teacher said with a smile gently placing a hand on the boys shoulder. Faramir smiled.

Faramir walked to the library, even after his lessons he still wanted to know more. Around mid-afternoon Boromir came by. Often when Boromir was looking for him he would often check the library before Faramir's room.

"Faramir," he called. "It is time to eat." Boromir said walking into the library to find Faramir asleep amongst a pile of books and papers. Boromir smiled at his brother. "Faramir," he called again gently shaking his brother. At the shake, Faramir jumped to his feet and began apologizing.

"It's okay," Boromir said trying to calm his brother. Boromir rubbed his hand on his brother's back, and lead him out the door. "There is no need to be scared," Boromir said, he could still see a slight bit of fear in his Brother's eyes. "Unless, you have a reason too be nervous. Do you have one?" Boromir said looking at his brother.

Faramir twisted his hand together and said nothing. Luckily the meal went with out it's usual incident, that could be because Denethor was caught up meeting and could not get out of it. Faramir was quite glade to not have his father there yelling at him, with any luck Faramir could make the whole day with out getting in trouble, for nothing.

After the lunch Boromir took Faramir out to the training ring and was offering him tips and helping his practice. To Boromir, Faramir was already pretty good for such a short time in lessons, he was a quick learner.

"Good Faramir," Boromir said smiling at his brother. "You will be top in your class in no time." Faramir smiled at his brother's compliment. "You are much more skilled than father gives you credit for." Boromir then made a swift, difficult motion towards his brother who blocked it quite well.

The two boys made their way back to the citadel it was already growing dark. When they arrived to the dining hall for supper Denethor was already there. Upon seeing their father Faramir flinched a little, unnoticed to Boromir.

"Good evening father," the two brothers said in unison. Denethor just nodded his head as the two boys took their seats. Denethor and Boromir went into a long discussion about the issues that were brought up. Faramir listened.

Faramir was thankful to make it threw the meal invisible, that was until Boromir mentioned that he took Faramir to the practice ring.

"He did quite well," Boromir said making Faramir turn red. He did not enjoy being talked about, especially when his father was part of the conversation.

"Well then," Denethor said looking at a now pale Faramir. "guess I will have to come down to the ring and watch you then." Denethor said. His words were like ice, Faramir went cold. All Faramir could do was nod.

"Now straighten up boy and stop playing with you food," Denethor snapped to Faramir.

The next day Faramir headed out to the practice ring. Before long Denethor showed up. Faramir was already doing better than the last time Denethor saw him.

"Damn!" the boy who Faramir was sparring with yelled out as the tip of Faramir's blade lightly touched his chest.

"Good job Faramir," their instructor called. Signaling for the next boy to spar Faramir. Faramir was quickly able to win his next match. Faramir grinned as he won a match against every boy in his class.

"Good job Faramir!" Boromir called standing beside his father. Denethor said nothing.

"I won every match," Faramir said grinning. He had only a few sloppy moves but he clearly proved to father that he was not the best in the class.

"In your first match, if that boy did not miss judge your too short of a jab you would have lost. Also during your second you did not extend your arms enough." Denethor continued to give each error that occurred during his five matches. The smile left Faramir's face. He lowered his eyes to the ground and began twisting his hands together.

"S-s-so-sorry," Faramir stammered. "I-I will w-work on it-it next t-time."

"Speak properly boy, and walk with a straight back," Denethor instructed sharply.

"Brother," Boromir said "I think you did a great job today, you have really improved."

Boromir departed from his father and brother and met up with some friends. When Denethor and Faramir entered the citadel Denethor instructed is younger son to follow him. When the pair entered Denethor's study he instructed Faramir to close the door behind him.

"You need to start fighting better. Just because you learn faster does not make you the best fighter in the class. All of those boys will surpass you if you do not start working hard enough. You cannot always have your nose in a book," Denethor snapped his nose flaring.

Faramir took a several steps back from his father. His back was against the door. This only angered Denethor. Faramir tried to reach towards the doorknob but Denethor smacked Faramir's hand out out the way and struck him across the face with the back of his hand. Denethor's ring left a cut on Faramir's cheek and it started to bleed. Faramir placed his hand on his cheek and felt the blood, he bit his lip and fell to his knees, he tried to stand up and run out the door but his feet would not carry him. Denethor opened the door, lifted Faramir to his feet by the back of his tunic and placed him outside the door and slammed it behind him. Faramir stumbled away, tears running down his cheeks mixing with the blood that stained down his right cheek.

Using his sleeve he rubbed his eyes and then his cheek. He saw someone coming, he was not sure who and did not want them to see him like this no matter who it was. He quickly made an escape to the nearest room. Once in the room he sank down against the wall. He brought his he knees to his chest and folded his arms around them and then buried his face in his arms. He was not crying. He just simply wanted to be invisible. And there Faramir let himself fall a sleep, in his dreams he was safe for now.

Boromir walked down the stairs and into the dining hall. Only his father was at the table.

"Is Faramir here?" Boromir asked. "I looked in his room and the library and he was not there so I thought he would already be here," Boromir continued while filling his plate with food.

"Do you see him here?" Denethor asked. "It is not my duty to know where her is. He is old enough to know when it is time to eat, old enough to make his own choices." Denethir said before changing the topic.

After Boromir finished eating he went to look for his brother. He checked Faramir's room again, the library, and then he went to the garden - still no Faramir. Boromir began checking several rooms in the Citadel. He found him in a room not too far from their father's study, knees to his chin, arms around his knees asleep.

"Faramir," Boromir said softly, lightly shaking him. Faramir jumped, trying to cover his cheek. Seeing Faramir try to hide his cheek Boromir reached his hand out to try and pull Faramir's hand away, but Faramir ducked back, avoiding his brother's reach.

"Faramir what are you hinding? By pulling back like that I know you are hiding something," Boromir tried to remain calm and not raise his voice.

Faramir slowly moved his hand away from his cheek to reveal the cut across his cheek that now started to bruise.

"How did this happen?" Boromir demanded, in a firm yet calm voice. "And do not lie to me."

Faramir did not cry, though he was close to it. He tried to say something but no words came out.

"It's okay," Boromir soothed. He rubbed his brother's back.

"Father," Faramir said so softly that Boromir could not hear them. He leaned closer.

"What did you say?"

"Father"

"Father, what?"

"Father h-hurt me," Faramir gasp and them clasped his hands over his mouth, not believing he told his brother this.

"Father hurt you?" Boromir said urgently "when?"

"After I-I got b-back from p-practice," Faramir said talking into his arms. Boromir did not know what to say.

"Come," Boromir said after a while "Stand up. Let us get you cleaned up."

"I don't w-want anyone to k-know," Faramir said softly.

Boromir and Faramir walked to Boromir's room. Once they get there Boromir took a cloth and dipped it into a basin of water and gently whipped the dried blood from his brother's cheek.

"Now tell me what happened," Boromir said while sitting down on his bed next to his brother. Faramir whispered the words to Boromir as if whispering them would make things as if they would never have happened. Boromir knew this was not the first time, and all those times their father would constantly berate him for not sitting straight, or playing with his food, or not being good enough. Boromir knew it had to stop and if he asked Faramir how long their father has been hitting him, he knew Faramir would lie. What Boromir had to do next was stop Denethor before he struck Faramir again. Boromir had to be crafty, not let Denethor onto the fact he knew that he was hurting Faramir.

Over the next couple of days Boromir did his best to keep his father from being alone with Faramir.

Boromir entered his brother's room. Faramir was standing by the window, he elbows on the sill, he was looking out at the dismal weather.

"I have a feeling father knows what you are doing," Faramir said not shifting his grey eyes from the weather of the same color.

"I know," Boromir said setting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Out plan could only last so long. Just remember what I told you."

Faramir nodded. Just then there was a nock on the door. It was a young knight.

"Lord Boromir," he said looking at Boromir "They request your presents at the Tower." he continued looking slightly nervous he was in the presence of Boromir and Faramir. Boromir nodded. And turn towards the door.

"Allow me to gather my gear," Boromir said. The young knight gave a quick nod and walked out of the room.

After Boromir left a servant was sent by Denethor to get his youngest son. Faramir nervously walked to his father's study, wondering why he was summoned to his father's office.

Once Faramir arrived to his father's study he firmly knocked on the heavy wooden door.

"Enter," came Denethor's voice from the other side of the door. Slowly Faramir opened the door and entered closing the door behind him.

"Why were you not at practice yesterday?" Denethor questioned. Faramir licked his lips.

"I," Faramir started to say, keeping his voice firm and he spoke slowly so he would not stutter, a nervous habit of his. "Was sent to the tower. They needed an extra pair of eyes and a bow. My instructor selected me to go." He took in a slow breath, and then let it out. "My instructor knew that my skills we adequate enough in both the sword and bow, and that I have a keen eye." Faramir bit it tongue. "I was under the impression that your were going to be informed, or had already been informed." Faramir was starting to get nervous. He did his best to keep his voice even.

"Obviously I was not," he said with a twinge of anger in his voice. "I was at a meeting during lunch, and you were missing during supper yesterday."

Faramir twisted his hand together. Faramir opened his mouth and then shut it knowing no matter what he said Denethor would use against him.

Boromir had failed him. Boromir was not here, Boromir knew that Faramir went to the tower yesterday and did not tell their father. Faramir was starting to think his brother was against him like his father.

"I'm-I'm s-s-s-sorry," Faramir said softly. Even when it was not his fault Faramir knew it was best to apologize to his father.

Faramir could tell that it was not just himself Denethor was angry with, but, several people in general. When this happened Faramir often caught the brunt of it. Scared Faramir took a step back, he tried to reach for the door handle but Denethor reached over and pulled Faramir by the wrist and spun him around.

"Father s-stop," Faramir begged trying to twist himself away from his father. "This is a minor problem to that is going on. I am here. I am safe. There is no reason to punish m-me." Faramir's voice soft, and it was starting to break.

While holding Faramir by the wrist Denethor pulled back his hand and stuck Faramir across the cheek. Faramir tried to twist away, again, but to no luck. Faramir let his body fall limp, his knees bent he became dead weight to Denethor.

Once he felt the dead weight of his son Denethor roughly pulled Faramir to his feet.

"Stand boy," Denethor said sharply. Faramir voice let out a small squeak and allowed himself to stand on his feet. Once back on his feet Denethor struck Faramir again. Faramir let out a small cry.

Boromir sighed. He was not gone too long he was able to quell the problem easily. Boromir made his way back to Faramir's room. The younger boy's room door was slightly open. Boromir gave a soft knock and entered.

"Fara-mir?" Boromir said looking around the room not seeing his brother.

"Faramir was summoned by the Lord Steward," a passing servant said "I was him enter the Steward's study a shot time ago."

Wordlessly Boromir turned around and ran toward's his father's study calling a word of thanks over his shoulder.

Not caring what the punishment was going to be Boromir threw the door open to see Denethor holding Faramir by the wrist getting ready to strike his son again. Boromir walked up behind his father and held his hand before he struck his son again.

"Father this must stop," Boromir said firmly. "Now release him." Boromir said sharply. Denethor dropped Faramir suddenly causing the young boy to fall to his knees.

"S-sorry father," Faramir said near silent words.

"Faramir, you need not to apologize," Boromir said helping his brother to his feet, while a dumfounded Denethor stood by.

Denethor would never understand the bond the two brothers shared.

A/N: I hope you liked it. I never really wright Denethor in this style usually I for got verbal abuse or ignoring him...I know I am mean sometime. I have said it before I think I like hurting Faramir just so Boromir can rescue him...

If anyone would like to shoot me and idea for another Loved The Same chapter I would not mind looking at them and seeing if I can manage it, I am not making and promises.