During that afternoon, Faramir, who had been reading in the very tiny garden, was walking towards the castle to get a glass of water. He saw Boromir looking thoughtfully up at the gray walls of the castle.
"What is it?" asked Faramir, looking at the spot where his brother was staring. There was nothing particularly special about that spot on the wall, and he didn't know why Boromir was so interested in it.
"I was just thinking…"
Faramir gasped. "Really? You were…you were…thinking?!" He pumped his brother's hand up and down. "Congratulations, Boromir!"
Boromir smacked a laughing Faramir lightly on the side of the head. "Ha, ha, ha. Seriously, I thought maybe we could…redecorate."
Something about the way Boromir said 'redecorate' made Faramir think he didn't just mean hanging up curtains in the Great Hall.
"What do you mean…redecorate?"
"Oh, I dunno…I'll think of something."
Faramir suspected that Boromir already had something in mind.
Walls Are White
The next morning, Faramir was awakened by a loud knock on his bedroom door. He groaned. "Coming…hold on…" He got out of bed and glanced in the mirror as he stumbled to the door. His hair was all rumpled and he tried to comb it down, but no avail. He sighed and opened the door.
Boromir came bounding in, looking fatter than usual.
"Boromir!" Faramir stared at his brother's wide girth. "You've gained weight!"
"No, I haven't," Boromir said. He closed the door, grinned, and opened his coat. Faramir gasped. Boromir had about twenty cans of spray paint hidden under his coat.
"Where'd you get that stuff! I didn't know it was even legal in Gondor anymore!"
"It isn't," Boromir said, not looking the least bit guilty.
"Then how did you get some?! More importantly, what are you planning to do with it?"
Boromir smirked. "It's called the Black Market, 'lil bro."
Faramir's eyes widened and his mouth flapped open and closed, but no sound came out. He was too flabbergasted to speak. "You…you're…illegal?!"
Boromir laughed. "Relax, little bro." He emptied the contents of his coat onto Faramir's bed and began to rummage through all the colors of spray paint he had illegally bought. "It's not like I'm in that deep with the law. In fact, I make the law. This week, Boromir is da big cheese! Ooh, look at this color: 'Tomato Paste Red'."
Faramir put his head in his hands. "That's the color Father's going to turn when he finds out about this!"
"Ah, Popsy never gets upset with me." Boromir gave a sideways glance to Faramir. "You, on the other hand…"
"Wha-?! Ungh…" Faramir collapsed onto the ground.
Boromir stared for a second, then broke into a smile, "Well, that went over better than expected. The sheer awesomeness of my plan just blew him over!"
He gathered up all the spray paint, and was about to go to his room to put the finishing touches on his grand plan, when he saw Faramir still lying conked-out on the ground.
Boromir sighed. "Guess I'd better not leave him there." He dropped the spray paint, grabbed Faramir and tossed him onto the bed. Well, he tried to toss him onto the bed. But Faramir was lighter than expected and he sailed over the bed and crashed into the wall on the other side of the room.
Boromir stared for a moment, shrugged, "I tried," stuffed the spray paint in his coat, and went to his room to conjure up the rest of his devious plot.