Faramir semi-drabble, as requested! Sorry for the delay!

The Gift

He loved to watch the warriors. They were so fluid in their movements, the swords moving so fast he could make out little more than a blur of silver.

His brother was the best, though. No one else was that fast, that accurate. But then, that was why he was captain. It was through sheer skill and hard work that he had risen through the ranks, not, as some jealous of him suggested, because of his bloodline.

One day, he hoped he’d be as good.

The practice ended and the soldiers left, all but his brother. He would check the weapons and then they’d leave together, as they always did.

“Faramir!”

His head shot up, he was being called? That was not the usual way of things! He looked curiously at his brother, who smiled.

“Come, brother! I have a gift for you!”

Faramir needed no further encouragement, running over to where Boromir stood.

“What is it?” he asked.

Reaching behind him, Boromir produced the one item Faramir had coveted since he had been old enough to walk; a wooden training sword.

“You are old enough, I think,” Boromir said, smiling at his ten-year-old brother. “Come; let me teach you how to wield it.”

With a cry of joy, Faramir threw his arms around Boromir’s neck, before taking the wooden sword.

“Thank you,” he whispered, smiling up at his adored brother.

“I want you beside me, little brother,” he said simply. “Brothers should never be apart.”

The End