Students trailed out of the hall and started their way to their classes.
"OI! FARAMIR!" a voice sounded in the middle of the crowd.
"We'll leave you here, kid." Eomer whispered.
A tall figure pushed his way through the crowd, finally getting to Faramir.
The teen looked almost like Faramir, only taller and slightly more muscular.
"Hey…" Faramir sighed.
"What's wrong now little brother?" The teen asked.
"Nothing Boromir, it's just…" Faramir swallowed.
Boromir wrapped an arm around his younger brother, guiding him to a bench and motioned for him to sit down.
"Well?" Boromir looked at Faramir expectantly.
"It's just frustrating… Dad likes you and all that… What have I done wrong to deserve his ignorance?" Those words trailed out of Faramir like running water.
"Nothing." Boromir said firmly and tightened his arm around his brother. "I don't care what Dad says, you're still my brother and I'll look after you for all I care."
A tear rolled down Faramir's pale cheek, landing with a soft splash on his lap.
"Here, have this," Boromir handed him a tissue.
"Thanks…" Faramir smiled, though still crying.
"Want me to walk you to class?"
"Sure, I guess…"
The pair walked down the hall and to a classroom.
"Hope you feel better… Have a nice day little bro." And with that Boromir hugged his brother.
Faramir buried his face into his older brother's shoulder.
"No need to cry, little brother," Boromir whispered with a small smile. "You'll always be safe with me."
They broke apart and parted their ways.