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Daily brotherly love (G)

Written by Laivindur

23 May 2013 | 3387 words | Work in Progress

Title: Daily brotherly love
Author: Laivindur
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Faramir

Faramir is ordered to play a strategic board game with his older brother to make him more of a thinker than the rash doer.
Added: Chapter 4

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Chapter three

“Bless you.” faramir smiled at his horse who had just sneezed at the dust he’d brushed off of him. “Oh, now it’s my turn,” he said before he too sneezed. The dust twirled around in the barn as he gathered himself and laughed while patting the brown stallion.
He tried to brush the dust so it didn’t bother the horse again, but walking over to the other side of the big back, he sneezed hard and leaned to the wall while laughing. It had been a hard day and he was tired. While resting to the wall he watched his friend yank at a rope by the fence. “No, don’t do that,” he carelessly mumbled, not bothering to move.

As the horse continued he let go of a tired laugh “Plundre, no. Come on.”

The horse made to yank the rope so a bucket behind the fence fell over. When Faramir heard the ruckus and a great amount of water spilling on the floor, he shot himself from the wall and cursed.

Plundre whinned and walked back as Faramir jolted out of the stall.

“Damn it, Faramir,” a boy his age barked and almost made to save his nice green horse blanket from the dirty water.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see what Plundre was doing,” Faramir said while giving his horse a look.

Plundre looked at him attentively with his ears straight forward.
Faramir walked back to him and nudged him friendly on the mule while mumbling “Enjoy yorself, huh?”

Faramir didn’t get to see his brother enter as Plundre nudged back with his bigger head.

“Stop playing with your animal and get dressed. Father wants to sup with us tonight.”

Boromir only waited for the accepting nod from Faramir before he walked off with two of his men.

In the fine room Denethor and his heir sat talking while the food was placed at the table.

Boromir proud and Denethor even prouder, and when Faramir entered, Boromir sighed at his late coming, and the father too, though with an unusual please to see him.

“Faramir,” Denethor started gladly and beckoned him to sit to his right at the small round table. He was about to continue the light tone, but then he saw that Faramir probably had been dressing while walking over as his outfit was messy and wrong at the chest.

Faramir sat down and was taken aback when his father shook his head and pulled at the shirt, trying to fix it.
“Faramir, what have I told you? Boromir help your brother, this is folly.”

Faramir blushed as his older brother smiled at him in that mocking way.

The older brother rose and walked over to the teenager.
“I’m sorry, father. I didn’t have time to both take care of things at the-”

Boromir yanked the vest so hard it interrupted the apologizing youth, and when Faramir looked up at Boromir he saw the warning frown. He started speaking again with Boromir’s fumbling at the clothes.

“I mean, I used so much time washing, and I am not used to-”

Boromir sighed. “No, you’re definitively not used to this outfit, little brother. It can’t be helped,” he let go of the clothing and strutted back to his place, “you’ll just have to look like a fool tonight.”

Faramir let his gaze end on his father after having followed his brother.

“He doesn’t look that bad, Denethor excused, “now, Faramir, tell me about Boromir’s progress in the art of strategy.”

“Very well,” Faramir blurted and nodded, “he has been showing far more progress than I- than-”

Denethor shot out a great short laugh to Boromir’s chagrin and Faramir’s misfortune, though he could not help but smile.

The steward patted his first born on the back. “Good good,” he giggled, “keep up the good work, my sons.”

They turned their attention to the food and several matters were discussed and spoken about between the adults mostly.

After a while and quite suddenly to Faramir, Denethor asked. “What do you think, Faramir?” The young boy shot his gaze up from the plate just ready to take a bite.

“What? I…” He saw his family expecting an answer, but he had not paid attention to the conversation. The father saw that when his youngest tried to mend out a guess while squinting. When Faramir made an attempt to postpone the answer by his act of thinking and shrugging, the father barked.

“Hah, you haven’t heard a word spoken. When I and Boromir talk about important matters which a pup like yourself could learn from, what are your thoughts about, Faramir?” Denethor said.

“A girl,” Boromir said while chewing his stake.

“No.” Faramir frowned at his older brother.

Denethor smiled and leaned back. “Really? And who is this girl, Faramir?”

The teenager blushed. “I said no. There’s no-”

“Her name is Velouria,” Boromir said without lifting his attention from the food.

“You know nothing of this, shut up,” Faramir barked, and blushed even more of the anger and embarrassment. He dropped his gaze to his lap as well as his hands and spoke to his father, “I’m sorry, father. I forgot my place. Please, forgive me, Boromir.”

“You’re a good lad, Faramir. But now I want you to go to your room. It’s late and I need to speak to your brother of important matters. I see you have not reached adultery as much as I thought.”

Faramir cursed inwards and nodded politely to both before leaving feeling very embarrassed.

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