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Untitled (PG-13)

Written by sheneya

07 November 2009 | 1247 words | Work in Progress

Series: Untitled
Chapter: Messages and Homecomings
Rating: pg-13, to be safe
Genres: AU, currently gen, may become slash.
Warnings: Character death, character whump, un-betaed, I don’t really know the distances mentioned in the books, so any distances are made up, please let me know if you think they should be changed.
Summary: Denethor has passed, Faramir has been brought back silent and unconscious and Boromir has just gotten the word to head out to Rivendall.

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Messages and Homecomings

Boromir was worried, it was taking a long time for Faramir to get back from Ithilien. Even though it was only four days away, Boromir had been awaiting his brother for nearly two weeks.

Meanwhile one of his fathers advisors had brought a message from Lord Elrond. It had been sent to his father but arrived too late, it had been short, consise and permeated by a sense of urgency.

It was made worse by the fact that Lord Elrond had been worried enough to communicate with the Steward of Gondor at all, the relationship had been strained for a while now.

Boromir was still deciding what to do when the cry rose up from the city gates.

“Riders, from Ithilien, Lord Faramir is riding with Beregond.”

Those words pulled Boromir up short. Why did his brother need to ride with one of his most trusted Rangers? Faramir always rode his own horse.

Hurrying down the many stairs to reach his brother’s side, Boromir came to a stop when he saw the riders.

Faramir was slumped over Beregond’s horse, the older ranger had gripped him around the waist, anchoring him to the saddle. It was obvious his brother was unconscious.

“What happened to him? Why is he like that?”

Everyone in the vicinity could hear the barely disguised panic in his voice.

“We don’t know, My Lord, it happened two weeks ago. We where discussing the patrol roster when he started screaming. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

“Why didn’t you come as soon as you got the message about our father?”

“We were waiting until he awoke, but he’s still out of it, and we hoped one of the city’s healers would be able to figure out what happened.”

“Very well, I’ll take him to the healers, your people can room in the towers.”

“Yes my lord.”

Beregond assisted as Boromir pulled his brother from the horse. As he moved towards the rest of the rangers, he noticed how the gathered crowd parted for the obviously distressed man and his burden, their eyes showing a respect for the older brother that Denethor had never really commanded from the people of Gondor.

The old ranger sighed and prayed that his young leader would make a full recovery, the damage it would do to Gondor if Boromir lost his beloved brother would be a major blow to the city.

They had always drawn from each other. Faramir was one of the few people Boromir had stood up to his father for, while Boromir was Faramir’s lifeline, the first to see the true potential of the younger man, and his introduction to the rest of the world.

It was a dangerous dependency, but it was how they had survived so long.

Meanwhile, Boromir had made it to the healers wing. The personnel on duty bustled around him, some lifted his brother from his arms, while another sat him in one of the chairs and pressed a drink he hadn’t realised he’d needed into his hand.

Savouring the sweetness, he settled in to watch as the healers got to work, pulling down blankets, setting up a bunch of nutritional fluids they hoped Faramir would at least be able to swallow and putting him in a semi upright position in case he was sick while out of it.

He was half asleep in his chair when a courier burst through the door, only to be greeted by shushing noises from the staff.

“Sorry… Lord Boromir, have you decided what to do about Lord Elrond’s letter yet, the advisers would like to know your decision.”

“Not just yet. Please bring the letter from my office, I’ll look at it here.”

The messenger bustled away as a healer made her way over to the very tired Boromir, who jerked slightly as he spoke up.

“Do you know what’s wrong yet.”

“No My Lord, I’ve never seen anything like it, he has no injuries, he is able to ingest fluids when prompted to, but I can’t find any hint of what might have caused this.”

“Of course, well keep trying, send someone to search the archives if you have to, but find out what’s wrong, or if that fails, try and find someone who can figure it out.”

Boromir didn’t mean to sound rude, but the worry weighing on his mind had made him snappy and quick to anger.

“Yes My Lord… There is one thing, he has what appears to be ink markings along his chest, but they don’t make any real image, they’re scattered along his abdomen, and seem to be drawn as jagged pieces of something, I can’t explain it.”

“Do what you can, I’ll be waiting for your report.”

“Yes Lord Boromir.”

Boromir watched as she moved back to her patient, twisting past the newly returned messenger as she went.

“The letter sir.”

“Thank you…”

“Adric sir.”

“Thank you Adric, you may leave.”

TBC

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