FIC: Brothers in Arms (LotR)
Title: Brothers in Arms
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Boromir, Faramir
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Keeps the Stewards of Gondor happy.
Disclaimer: New Line Cinema holds the rights to the movie. J.R.R. Tolkien created and his descendants own all things Middle Earth, and I'm moving there as soon as I can get a reasonably priced apartment in Gondor.
Summary: Brothers in arms and blood are not necessarily brothers in thought.
Notes: As I've been wandering down memory lane, I thought I'd share another story I'd never posted to LJ before. I wrote this piece for Boromir Day (September 5th, 2002) over at the [now defunct] Fan Club boards. Eru help me, my obsession with Boromir does not diminish over time. ^_^
Brothers in Arms
By Galadriel
"'Mir?" Faramir swung his legs aimlessly as he perched on the gate, watching his brother fence with shadows flitting across the stable walls.
"Mmm?" The older boy paused long enough to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Do you ever wish you weren't the Steward's son?"
"What?" Surprised, Boromir stopped stabbing at invisible enemies, sheathed his sword and walked over to lean on the fence next to Faramir. "What do you mean?"
"Do you ever wish," Faramir persisted, "that you weren't Father's son? That you didn't have to fight? You could live a different life." His tone became wistful, "Maybe you could be a farmer? Or a blacksmith. Or," he stared studiously at his boots, "a teacher."
"No." His voice was gruff, but certain. "Why would I? One day I will take over for Father, and I will protect Gondor to the best of my ability just as he has. I will rule strictly, but fairly. I will keep Minas Tirith free from the infection of the Shadow." He looked beyond Faramir, gazing at an unseen battlefield, clearly caught up in the fantasy. "I will lead our great army into battle. I will defeat the Nameless Enemy. And I'll do it all," he clapped a gloved hand on his brother's shoulder, "with you by my side."
Faramir smiled sadly at the older boy.
"Besides," he laughed and ruffled Faramir's hair, "if I wasn't around, who would look after you?"
Unsheathing his weapon, Boromir returned to his solitary sword practise. Faramir, silent again, watched and wondered at what might have been.
END
(September 5, 2002)
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, athelingas, faramir_fics.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Boromir, Faramir
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Keeps the Stewards of Gondor happy.
Disclaimer: New Line Cinema holds the rights to the movie. J.R.R. Tolkien created and his descendants own all things Middle Earth, and I'm moving there as soon as I can get a reasonably priced apartment in Gondor.
Summary: Brothers in arms and blood are not necessarily brothers in thought.
Notes: As I've been wandering down memory lane, I thought I'd share another story I'd never posted to LJ before. I wrote this piece for Boromir Day (September 5th, 2002) over at the [now defunct] Fan Club boards. Eru help me, my obsession with Boromir does not diminish over time. ^_^
Brothers in Arms
By Galadriel
"'Mir?" Faramir swung his legs aimlessly as he perched on the gate, watching his brother fence with shadows flitting across the stable walls.
"Mmm?" The older boy paused long enough to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Do you ever wish you weren't the Steward's son?"
"What?" Surprised, Boromir stopped stabbing at invisible enemies, sheathed his sword and walked over to lean on the fence next to Faramir. "What do you mean?"
"Do you ever wish," Faramir persisted, "that you weren't Father's son? That you didn't have to fight? You could live a different life." His tone became wistful, "Maybe you could be a farmer? Or a blacksmith. Or," he stared studiously at his boots, "a teacher."
"No." His voice was gruff, but certain. "Why would I? One day I will take over for Father, and I will protect Gondor to the best of my ability just as he has. I will rule strictly, but fairly. I will keep Minas Tirith free from the infection of the Shadow." He looked beyond Faramir, gazing at an unseen battlefield, clearly caught up in the fantasy. "I will lead our great army into battle. I will defeat the Nameless Enemy. And I'll do it all," he clapped a gloved hand on his brother's shoulder, "with you by my side."
Faramir smiled sadly at the older boy.
"Besides," he laughed and ruffled Faramir's hair, "if I wasn't around, who would look after you?"
Unsheathing his weapon, Boromir returned to his solitary sword practise. Faramir, silent again, watched and wondered at what might have been.
END
(September 5, 2002)
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, athelingas, faramir_fics.