Not All

Okay, you all know the drill: I don't own anything from the Lord of the Rings book or movie series. That credit goes to the estate of the late JRR Tolkien. So kindly don't sue me for this, hmm?


Not All
"The world is not all meant for wizard's pupils! Learn that, and you shall be less ridiculed, Captain." Denethor spat at the feet of his second son, Faramir. The young Captain, standing at the base of the steps to the still-unoccupied throne of Gondor.

"Yes, Father." He answered in a tremulous voice, still young and fresh, not yet burdened by the ravages of time in battle. He waited, expecting to be dismissed at best, receive a blow at worst, at the end of the hall.

"You are dismissed--and I trust you do not need reminding that this night is the last in your furlough. On the dawn of the morrow, you will be at the gates to the city along with those pitiful excuses for your soldiers." Denethor waited less than half a heartbeat, but the pause in his words was enough to catch his son's attention. "And do not be late."

Faramir nodded curtly, trying to hide the sorrow and anger that threatened to well up and overpower him. He turned away to retire to his chambers, and without knowing it, found himself in the courtyard of the White Tree. He walked to the far wall, looking out over the Pelennor, and the Anduin, imagining that he could already see Ithilien, and the Ranger's headquarters of Henneth Annûn.

Of all the times to become sentimental, he thought. Why does it always have to be in front of him? Faramir shook his head and inwardly cursed himself for his stupidity, for not realizing how he had failed this time. The flash of anger at himself, at his father, at everyone, faded quickly, and he was left with naught but his memories of sadness, and repulsion, and misery for his seeming lack of capability when it came to pleasing his father.

While he was awash in his thoughts, night fell, and the guard exchanged, most of the soldiers in that guard well past their prime, and having known the young Faramir long enough to know when he needed to be alone with himself. As the evening came and went, the man sat on the ledge, wishing the morrow far away, so that it would never be close enough to worry over.

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In a far side of the citadel, Boromir, the elder son of the Steward, waited for his younger brother. He glanced at the sun, now setting over the trees of Ithilien, and decided resignedly to look for Faramir. The boy could get lost in his own thoughts, oftentimes quicker than a nocked arrow could fly.

Boromir found him, seated on the outer wall of the courtyard, gazing out into open space.

"Little brother, would you not come inside? It will get cold out here. You need not get a chill because you would not wear proper clothes for this weather." Indeed, Boromir frowned as he looked up to the rapidly darkening sky, it would rain soon, if the current in the air was to be a sign. "You look as if you have been crying, little brother, what has happened?" Boromir leaned down to look straight at Faramir, cupping his chin to bring their faces close. "What has he said, little one? What could he have said to upset you so?"

"It is nothing, Boromir, do not worry over me. I simply must learn to...accept his criticisms the way a better Captain would. Do not concern yourself over naught, brother. I shall be fine." Faramir turned away, to continue his forgotten path to his chambers.

Before he had crossed the length of his shadow, though, Boromir spoke again.
"The world is not all like Father, Faramir, you should know that. The world is not all like what he has impressed upon you."

At his brother's comment, Faramir turned, startled that Boromir, of all people, should know of what their father said to him. Least of all him, as Faramir had never thought to express to his elder brother exactly what transpired between them.

"Do you think I cannot see it? The sorrow that radiates from your face, your very being? It causes me an unspeakable pain to bear the thought of you, hurt, simply because of what our father has said. Do not think you go unnoticed by all, little one."
Boromir's face was shadowed in the lengthy blackness of the Tower, so Faramir could not see his mouth moving to form the words.

He did not answer immediately, and so Boromir moved closer still, trying to catch his brother's arms, or, at the least, make him understand why he had not to listen to Denethor's rants. It was of no use. When Boromir tried to grip Faramir's shoulder, the younger man moved away, keeping the distance between them.

"I do not need a nursemaid, Boromir, least of all from you! You know what Father has said to me, then let him worry of the consequences! I need nothing from you!" Faramir yelled into the night, loud enough to startle the guards that stood on the four compass points around the dying White Tree. Too long had he worshipped his brother, too long had he gotten nothing from it. "I need nothing..." he repeated, his voice falling in tone and volume.

"Then if you need nothing, let it be on your conscience, Faramir. " Boromir snapped. "If you need so little from anyone, least of all me, then I trust you to find your own way back to your chambers. I shall see you on the morrow, brother." With that, Boromir turned on his heel and strode off, leaving Faramir to sit on the balustrade of the courtyard.

Suddenly, he turned and threw his arms out into the black night, catching the new-fallen raindrops on his hands as they fell. "I shall see you on the morrow, brother, and may it be the last time I shall!"

Faramir would wish, later, that he had not said that, not even in the most fiery of rages. "I wish the world were not all meant for warriors like you, Boromir. I wish only that." His whisper carried itself down the long, winding corridors of the citadel, all the way to his brother's ears.

Boromir would hear the regret in Faramir's voice, even in his last moments, and on his death, he whispered, "I wish the world be not all like Father, Faramir. I wish only that."

Okay, I'm really considering adding to this, be it sexually or no. Please leave mr feedback so I can decide. Thanks for reading!