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Be blessed (PG-13)

Written by Anastasiya

19 June 2010 | 4329 words

Part Three

Boromir slowly opened his eyes fearing to disperse wonderful dream. Waking sun faintly lighted up the sun and all gold of Arda concentrated in soft hair that tickled his nose. He slowly raised his head as his gaze slipped along chest where his arm was lying, then on curve of neck, on line of chin until it froze on face. How long he dreamt of it, how long waited for but with years the hope that it might happen one day went away and now he couldn’t believe in his luck.

He uncertainly raised his hand and touched by fingers the cheek of beloved. But no, he was not a dream, not a vision. He was lying here, warm and real, and Boromir with awesome gentleness touched the place, where one moment ago his fingers were, with his lips. Lashes of Faramir trembled and Boromir looked into blue eyes in fear to see refusal. But there were only boundless love.

Faramir turned over burring his nose into the brother’s neck and Boromir joyfully pressed him to himself.

“Boromir,” Faramir whispered softly, “will you forgive me one day?”

“If only you answer me to one question.” Was his respond.

“What question?”

“Was I the only Boromir in Gondor?”

Faramir grinned sleepily as he suddenly thought of how long Boromir kept the memory about his words. “The only in Gondor. Only in my heart.” He whispered.

“When what were those long years for, my brother?”

“Are you not happy now, Boromir?” Faramir asked as he raised his head.

“As ever before.”

“Then for it.” Faramir smiled and clung to his brother’s lips.

What was it? Might it be called as blessing from above or it only seemed to be so? In any event in several months Boromir left Gondor never to return.

House of healing

He was standing up to his knees in water of Anduin when a boat with falling warrior was passing him. It moved far and far away and he unaccountably stepped forward, trying to keep up it.

“Faramir.” Air filled with voices that whispered his name but he didn’t want to hear.

“Faramir.” The voices became more obstinate and mixed with white mist that went from somewhere, hiding his way, but he stubbornly sank deeper.

“Faramir!”

And his soul answered, “I do not hear you.” And his face stayed cold and determined.

“Why, Faramir?”

“I do not want hearing you. You took him from me. I damn my belief in you!” He said firmly and took last step to join one person he loved all his life. But suddenly water escaped and he found himself in a glade. He sharply turned around avoiding gazes of cruel Gods and tried to find the way back. But the way was closed.

“What do you want from me?” Faramir cried out in despair as he turned to divine statues. “I hate you! I damn you! All my life I was loyal to you but what I got from you? You took the only person who was dear to me!”

“We didn’t.”

Faramir powerlessly fell on his knees. “I don’t wish to hear you.”

“Why, Faramir?”

“All those years I did that were welcome to you. But was I happy?” He whispered quietly. “Was it you blessing?”

“Were you never happy?”

“I was.” He responded with heavy sob and his thoughts returned to those several months when he was truly happy. “I was. I paid great penalty for that happiness. His death became its prize.”

“It was not so, Faramir.”

“Brotherly love between brothers is sin, recreancy of your laws. And great atonement for several months.” He said and became silent. But then he suddenly went on, “But my brother was my life and I don’t wish to live without him. I’ll go for him.”

“Stop, Faramir!” The voice was sharp and firm. “Remember that day you were first wounded. Remember how badly you felt and you whispered “Save me” when you found you here. Remember how all pain and fear suddenly passed as your brother got with you. We sent him to you then, Faramir.”

“No. No! Tell me that it’s not truth!” Faramir begged but Valars were too cruel.

“He and his love were our blessing to you.”

“No.” Faramir whispered again pressing his head to cold ground.

“Remember that day, Faramir, when you returned to Minas Tirith to the council and saw your brother with young men. You sobbed standing on your knees before us when he went to give you peace.” The voice stopped sounding and nature froze under the sobs of crooked on the grass figure.

“Remember those days with him, Faramir, and never mixed laws of people with ours, for we are your soul and all you wish is our laws.”

“Then it’s no need to live me all the more.” Faramir raised his face and his voice suddenly clear sounded in the air.

“Remember that day, our son, when your brother left Minas Tirith…”

“Never to return…” Faramir said hopelessly.

“He blessed you on life then. He wanted you to live, for you were more to him than life itself.”

“He blessed me for life without him…”

“With him.”

And as only these words were understood by his mind, his eyes opened and he stared into warm deep eyes of bending over him man. And laughing voice flied in the air for last time, “Be blessed, our beloved son.”

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