Boromir/Faramir, multiple Author: Deanna Pairing/Characters: Boromir/Faramir Notes: written for my 50_drabbles prompt table for this pairing Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien and his heirs, as well as New Line Cinema and other parties, own all that is "Lord of the Rings". No money is made, and no rights are claimed, by the author of this drabble.
TREASURE
"What is the greatest treasure in the world?" Faramir asked; Boromir had just read him the tale of Isildur and the One Ring.
Boromir smiled. "To most men, it is gold and riches. To father, it is Gondor." His eyes darkened. "And power."
"Power is not a good treasure," Faramir murmured perceptively.
"No, it is not." Boromir sighed. "Like wealth and property, it means nothing without someone to love and protect."
Faramir climbed into Boromir's lap and snuggled close. "What is your greatest treasure, Boromir?"
Boromir kissed his forehead, an indulgent smile playing about his lips. "You are, little one."
RUNAWAY
Boromir caught up with Faramir before anyone else knew he was missing.
"I can bear it no more." Faramir sobbed into his brother's chest. "He hates me so."
Boromir held him close, whispering softly, "Which is stronger, Faramir - love or hate?"
There was no hesitation. "Love!"
"Then whatever his feelings for you, they are cancelled out many times over by mine."
Faramir blinked up at him. "You love me so, Boromir?"
Boromir swallowed hard. He cupped Faramir's face, his thumbs caressing his tears away, then lingering at the corners of his sensitive mouth. "More than you know, little brother."
SUNSET
Faramir first knew the nature of his love for Boromir at sunset. Sleep had been elusive for many nights, and he was weak from insomnia when Boromir challenged him to sword practice. He agreed, not wanting to speak of the visions which kept him from sleep. But he was inattentive.
He barely felt the small cut to his shoulder. Yet when Boromir dropped his sword and rushed to his side, warm fingers burrowing inside the torn shirt to touch Faramir's skin as he murmured words of apology, Faramir's heart sang, and it was a beautiful and terrible song at once.
SUNRISE
It was at sunrise that the vision of Boromir's death came to Faramir. Sunrise, that he saw him laid out in an Elven boat, once vibrant green eyes closed forever. Sunrise, when he found the broken Horn of Gondor and wanted to ram the split halves through his heart.
Each sunrise thereafter, he woke with tears in his eyes, longing for the setting of the sun.
Until his very last sunrise, which grew brighter and brighter until the light dissolved into Boromir's face. Faramir's life ended at sunrise. Then again, it could be said that is when his life began.