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Brothers (G)

Written by Monica

09 May 2005 | 4731 words

Chapter 6: Exploring

Boromir steadied the feet balancing on his shoulders, looking around the garden worriedly. "Do you see anything?" he hissed.

"No…wait! Yes. Yes, I see them!" Faramir answered. Boromir felt his brother stretch a little higher. "They're on the table," Faramir reported.

"Good! Can you reach the latch?"

"Yes, Boro." There was a metal scraping sound, and the window above them swung open. "Ready," Faramir reported.

Boromir took a deep breath and boosted his brother higher, lifting his arms straight up holding Fara's feet. Luckily, Fara weighed hardly a thing, even at five-years-old and Boromir was strong for his age of ten years. With the extra height, Faramir was able to scramble over the ledge and into the room through the window. Boromir kept an eye out, never knowing when a servant might come through the garden. Fortunately, Faramir was quick and in no time at all he was back at the window, crawling out onto the ledge.

"Ok, jump, Fara, I'll catch you," Boromir ordered. Faramir nodded and with complete trust in his brother jumped lightly from the windowsill. Boromir easily caught him and sat him back on the ground. "Good job, Fara!" he praised as he took the keys from his brother's hand. They had waited until the guard was gone eating lunch before sneaking into the room to steal the extra keys that were always kept there. "Now let's go explore the dungeons!"

Faramir nodded solemnly, his eyes wide with excitement as he followed his brother back inside on a great adventure.

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time change

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"Are you sure?"

"Yes. At least, I think so."

"You *think* so?" Faramir stopped and turned around to face the Hobbit. "We've crawled past the guards, through a window, and climbed over the wall using the tree just because you *think* Mithrandir has fireworks in his wagon?"

Merry had the grace to blush. "Well, it's the same wagon he always uses. And Pippin heard Gandalf tell Arwen that there would be fireworks for Aragorn's birthday tomorrow. Where else would he store them?"

Faramir considered the information. "You don't think he would have moved them after the stunt you and Pippin pulled at Bilbo's last birthday in the Shire?"

"It's not likely," Merry argued. "Gandalf is a creature of habit. And he insisted on them storing the wagon in the barns in case of rain tonight. They have to be in there."

After a moment's thought, Faramir mentally agreed and they returned to their stealth attack on the barn. Secrecy was vital, for they wanted there to be no evidence whatsoever that the Steward and one of the Hobbits had been sighted by the barns. Mithrandir would surely put two and two together and conclude that they had stolen the fireworks. Faramir and Merry wanted no witnesses to their pilfering.

"And after we get the fireworks, lets go explore Strider's throne room," Merry giggled quietly as Faramir boosted him through the barn window. "I bet we can hide them in there!"

"Sounds perfect," Faramir snickered back.

Merry smiled at the happiness in Faramir's voice. The Steward had proven to a perfect accomplice with various tricks and stunts, as no one ever suspected him. And it was handy having a Big Person for a partner in adventure; Faramir would boost Merry through all sorts of windows and into rooms, then Merry threw out a rope and Faramir would climb in. Merry was delighted to have a new brother with whom to create mischief.

He located the exact firework he wanted, and quickly returned to the window where he lowered it down to Faramir. Then the hobbit jumped down and they moved onto their next target, giggling the entire time.

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