This is my idea on what would happen if Faramir was one of the Fellowship instead of Boromir. If anyone has any comments, or questions, put it in the comments, and I will try to respond, either on the same chapter, or on the next one.

I don't own anyone yet, I may make a character of my own later on.

Warning: There will be some...violence. And mention of past child abuse, but only when Denethor is under the spell of the palantír.

Enjoy.

Faramir ran after his brother, grasping for his arm "Boromir, don't! You can't tell Father."

Boromir turned suddenly "And why, pray tell, can't I tell Father? This dream has been plaguing you for weeks!" He motioned towards his arm, which was in a sling, then to his head, which was wrapped in bandages "And now, after I had the dream, I got injured in battle. Father needs to know of this." He spun back around pulling open the door's to their father's private apartments, missing the look on Faramir's face.

Denethor looked up, smiling at his oldest son "Boromir! How do you fare?" his smile faded as he saw Faramir behind Boromir "Faramir."

Faramir let his eyes drop to the floor, as his body grow taut at his fathers voice. He felt Boromir's gaze light on him, then pull away as Boromir spoke

"Father. I- we have something to say."

Denethor motioned to the seats by his, near the fire. Boromir inclined his head gratefully, sitting in a lush chair, stretching out his legs. Faramir shifted closer to the chairs, but remained standing, continuing to look at the floor.

Boromir looked to Denethor "Father...for the past few weeks...Faramir has been having visions. And just before..." he trailed off, watching as his father looked at Faramir intently.

Faramir shifted, sensing his fathers eyes on him, and looked up. He met Denethor's glare, back straight, head held high. "Father-"

Denethor cut him off "Well. You have visions. Why haven't I been told of this before?" Faramir opened his mouth, but Denethor waved at him to be silent "We'll talk later. For now let your brother speak."

Faramir bit his lip, before he let his face go to the blank stare he used when he didn't want his thoughts bared.

Boromir, looked between the two, then shrugged "Just before we were ambushed by orcs, on our way back from the bridge, the vision came to me as well. Neither of us were able to understand the meaning of the dream. There were words...'Seek for the Sword that was broken
In Imladris it dwells; Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the something forth shall stand'-"

"No Brother. It's

'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'"

Faramir was looking at Boromir, studiously keeping his gaze away from Denethor's disapproving look

"Be silent Faramir. Your brother would have gotten it right if you gave him a chance." Denethor turned away from his youngest son, looking again at Boromir "What else was there son?"

"Well...it was dark in the east. And in the west a slight light, the words came out of the west, and thunder out of the east. Father, what do you make of this mystery?"

Denethor frowned, looking into the fire, "Imladris... I know that name. It is Rivendell. One of the homes of the Elves."

Faramir looked up sharply, his eyes growing bright at the mention of Elves, only to fade as his father met his gaze.

Denethor looked to Boromir "You should leave to get some rest my son. I thank you for telling me this." Boromir stood, and headed to the door, Faramir following quietly. Denethor's voice stopped him abruptly "Faramir. Stay."

Faramir slowly turned back, walking towards Denethor "Yes Sir?" wishing with all his heart that his father wouldn't look into that thing.

Denethor sat back in his chair, picking up a glass of wine "Kneel."

Faramir sank to his knees, onto the cold stone floor, dropping his gaze on the ground, tracing the pattern of the carpet in front of the fire with his eyes. Denethor watched him in silence, till he shifted on the hard floor

"Well boy. What do you have to say for not telling me about your visions? You know what can happen if you hide secretes from me."

Faramir swallowed "Sir. I- I apologize."

Denethor took a sip from his glass "What do you think will happen now?" he flicked his finger against the glass rhythmically "I could have you lashed, or beaten, or made to stay here tonight, kneeling on the floor." he watched the back of Faramir's head "Look at me boy."

Faramir lifted his gaze to his father, the Steward, "Yes Sir?"

"We have no hope. We will lose this war, yet you seem to not care. You withhold from me, your commander, precious information, that can help us win this war."

Faramir shook his head "Fath- Sir. I have had no dreams that can help us, that I have not acted on. I wouldn't leave our people in danger, when I have knowledge-"

"Be silent!" Denethor roared, clenching his fist "I have made my decision. You will go to Rivendell. My beloved son is injured, and the way is dangerous. Your second in command will be made Captain of the Rangers." he lunged to his feet, grabbing Faramir by his shirt, lifting him up "Bring to me Isildur's Bane. That will prove whether you really care for your country. If you return with out it, you will face the wrath of Gondor." he shoved Faramir away, causing him to fall to the floor on his knees, already tender from the time on the stone. Denethor walked towards the desk on the other side of the room "You will stay here, kneeling on the floor, for the rest of the night."

So, what do you think? Should I continue this, or just leave it?