15-year-old Boromir stood outside as he watched 10-year-old Faramir practice. Denethor continued to shun the boy and refused to train him. Boromir continued to train him in secret. As much as Faramir tried, both brothers learned that the sword was not his strongest weapon. Now Faramir was going to see if he was any good at archery.
"What if I fail?" he asked Boromir. "What if I miss the target?"
"Who do you know was a marksman at 10?" Boromir asked. "Go on."
Faramir looked at him before picking up his bow and arrow. He looked at the target on the barrel in front of him as he aimed.
"Relax your bow arm", Boromir said.
Faramir took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and released his arrow. Both brothers watched as it went flying over the barrel sticking itself into the stone wall.
"You're thinking too much", Boromir chuckled. "In battle there is no time for thinking."
Faramir sighed as he picked up another arrow. He took aim at the target. He closed his eyes and released. He and Boromir watched as the arrow flew low, hitting the stone floor.
"You shouldn't close your eyes", Boromir said. "In battle you need to keep your eyes open at all times. Here."
He picked up an arrow and put it in Faramir's hand. He watched him stretch his bow, keeping his eyes open this time.
"Relax your arm", Boromir said pushing his arm into place. "Take a deep breath and release."
Farmair sighed as he took a deep breath. He released his arrow, this time hitting the target. He turned to Boromir excited.
"I did it! I did it!" he said.
"So you have", Boromir chuckled. "Now do it again, this time without my help."
Faramir watched him back away not offering help this time. Faramir picked up an arrow and stretched his bow as he aimed for the target. Boromir watched him release the arrow, hitting the target again.
"You are doing well, little brother", he smiled.
"Will I be as great a warrior as you?" Faramir asked.
"Even better if you keep practicing."
Game of Throne references if anyone notices ;)