This is set just before the councle of Elrond, while they are defending the bridge. I own no one, and the words in the dream are what Boromir says he and Faramir dreamed. Let me know what you think. And enjoy!

Boromir slipped into the tent that he was sharing with his brother. He found Faramir asleep on his cot, but it wasn't a restful sleep. His brother was shifting restlessly, and his face was strained. Boromir went to his brother's side, trying to shake him awake, but he just grew more restless. He sighed, and settled on his own cot, to wait for his brother to wake from his dream. He was mulling over what his brother was dreaming, when Faramir groaned, then went still.

Boromir quickly got up, slipping over to his brother's side. Faramir sat up, staring at Boromir with blank eyes. Boromir griped Faramir's shoulder, and his brother's gaze snapped into focus. His eyes were troubled, and he looked confused. Boromir looked at him in concern, he had only known for a short time his brother's gift, his ability to have visions in his dreams. This was the first time he was able to see the affects on him, and he was troubled, he could see now that it burdened him. He got up pouring a mug of water from the supply in their tent, and handed it to Faramir.

"Have a drink." He watched as Faramir lifted the mug, and took a shaky sip. Once the water was finished, Boromir took back the mug, setting it down on the ground. He looked expectantly at his brother, but Faramir stayed silent, looking past him. Boromir reached out and griped Faramir's shoulder again "Of what did you dream that has you worried so?"

Faramir stayed silent, not even blinking, and Boromir was uncertain as to whether he had slipped into a waking vision, or was still just thinking through what he had seen. He shook his brother lightly "Brother?

This time Faramir did look towards Boromir, shaking his head to clear it. "Yes Brother?"

Boromir smiled at his brother, "What was your dream of?" Faramir's eyes began to lose focus again, and Boromir shook him again "Tell me! You need to let it go, or it will trouble you more."

Faramir blinked and sighed "It is dark. So dark, but only in the eastern sky. On the other side, the West, there was a dim light. There was a sound like thunder in the East, and in the West a voice. It was from far away, but still discernible. It said

Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand."

Boromir looked at him in wonder, confusion flickering in his eyes "What is the meaning of this mystery?"

Faramir bent over, rubbing his furrowed brows, biting his lip, as he thought hard. He shook his head "I know not. But the name Imladris..." he trailed off, and shook his head "The name, seems to be familiar, but I can not remember..."

The tent flap was abruptly pulled open, and one of Faramir's captains entered. He bowed first to Boromir, then turning to Faramir, he bowed as well "My Lords. The enemy approaches, they are but as short distance away. We are awaiting orders My Lord."

Faramir stood at once, reaching for his sword, and strapping it on before reaching for his bow and quiver. "Prepare the men. Put the archers at the back, and the youngest just in fount of them."

Boromir tuned to him incredulous "Some of the youngsters are our better fighters! You aren't thinking strait Brother."

Faramir stood strait, pulling him self to his full height, staring his brother in the eye "I would protect them, not send them into the thick of the battle. Now, if you please, we have a battle to fight."

Boromir watched his brother's back as he strode out of the tent, amazed that his usually calm brother storm out of the tent. And his voice, it was cold, sharp almost. He shook his head, and moved out of the tent, Faramir's captain following. He stopped abruptly, and turned to face the captain "Sir, will you answer me a question?"

The captain bowed "Of course My Lord."

"Is what my brother ordered usual for him?"

"Yes My Lord." The captain looked up "When every we go into battle, the Lord Faramir orders the youngest to the back. If it isn't overly dangerous, he would oft times order the older soldiers to the back as well."

Boromir looked to where he could see Faramir kneeling down, to help one of the archers gather his arrows that had spilled, and shook his head. It was just like his brother, to help anyone who needed assistance.

There was a cry of pain, and Boromir and the captain both rushed to the sound, swords drawn. They came upon the sight of orcs, and men laying dead, and more still, fighting strongly. He could see more orcs coming over the hill, towards the bridge they were defending, in waves. He saw a soldier fall under a blow to his side, and Boromir rushed at the orc that did the dead.

Time seemed to stop, as he and the orc fought, and as Boromir was distracted by a cry just to his right, the orc swung at his head. Boromir had no time to block the blow, he could only stumble back. Just as the blow was about to land, a arrow struck the orc dead, and the sword jerked back then fell to the ground harmlessly. Boromir spun to see who had shot the arrow, and saw his brother looking at him, his bow still raised. He didn't see the orc that was standing right behind him, sword ready to be thrust into his heart. Boromir cried out, and Faramir, sensing that something was wrong, started to spin, but was jerked to a halt as the orc's sword plunged into his shoulder. A arrow quickly dropped the orc, but almost at once the archer was dead. Boromir, looking around at the situation, made a decision.

"Retreat! Across the bridge! Retreat!"

At his cry, the soldiers began to fight their way towards the bridge, but a fresh wave of orcs came upon them. Boromir reached his brother's side, and grabbed his arm, trying to get his unconscious brother up. Some of the weight was abruptly taken off his shoulders, and he looked over to see his brother's friend, Beregond. He had blood on his head, and his sword wrist looked to be broken. They moved towards the bridge, pushing through the orcs. Another one of Faramir's soldiers joined them, fighting off the orcs from in front, clearing a path for them to get to the bridge.

As they reached the bridge, a small, spindly orc, ran past them, with a torch. Boromir watched him closely, not knowing why the orc was running from the battle, all at once he realized what the orc was doing. As he was running, he was spilling a powder from a pouch, and Boromir, guessed that it was a fire powder. As the orc threw down the torch onto the bridge, he yelled out, pushing his three companions over the bridge.

"Jump!"

As Boromir landed in the water, he saw a wall of flame rush down the bridge, consuming it. He felt himself sinking, being pulled down by his armor, and frantically struggled up, wishing for the chain mail his brother and his rangers used. He started thrashing as a hand griped his arm. He stopped struggling as he heard Beregond's voice

"My Lord. Be calm. We will get you and your brother to shore."

Soon they reached the opposite shore, Boromir dragging himself to solid ground, looked around frantically for his brother. He saw the other soldier bending over him, giving him chest compressions He stood shakily, and rushed over to them, his brother's face was tinged blue, and he could see he wasn't breathing. Suddenly he jerked, and the solider rolled him on his side, letting him cough up the water.

Faramir opened his eyes, looking at Boromir "What has happened?" He sat up looking around "Where's the rest of the men?"

Boromir bowed his head, and he heard Faramir's sharp intake of breath. He looked up, and saw that Faramir's face had grown white, and he was clenching his hands. He walked over to his brother and crouched down, putting a hand on his shoulder

"Brother... I an sorry. But we must keep fighting. We must not let them be forgotten."

Faramir looked, and he could see the sorrow in his eyes, but he nodded, his face hardening. He would remember the deaths.

I'd like to thank Al2x for reviewing. Merci pour l'avis, c'était très encourageant et passionnant. (désolé si ce n'est pas la bonne façon de le dire, je ne sais pas écrire le français)