Prolog

"Remember today, little brother," Boromir told Faramir, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Faramir smiled at him, he loved his brother more than anyone. His mother was gone, his father had no heart for him and Faramir had come to see his brother as most young men saw their fathers.

"Where is Gondor's champion? Where is my son? Where is Boromir?" the voice of their father could be heard over the cheers of the crowd.

Boromir groaned, annoyed. "One moment's peace, could he not give us that?"

Boromir turned to his father and smiled as his father embraced him, pretending to be happy to see him.

"The men say that you took the city almost single-handily," Denethor told Boromir.

"They exaggerate," he gestured to his brother. "Faramir deserves credit for this victory as well."

"If not for Faramir the city never would have been lost in the first place." Denethor turned away, and Boromir saw the sorrow on his brother's face.

Boromir followed his father. "Why do you never give him credit for anything?"

"I know Faramir's uses and they are few."

"You underestimate him," Boromir replied.

Denethor didn't pay his words any heed. "I have a mission for you, a meeting has been called in Rivendell."

Boromir looked at his father confused.

"I have heard rumors, they have recovered the weapon of the enemy."

"The One Ring?" Boromir asked.

Denethor nodded. "I will not see it fall into the hands of the elves, we are on the front lines. This is our gift, our way to save our city from this evil. Bring the ring to Gondor without fail."

"But I am needed here to defend the city."

"If there is need for Boromir in Rivendell, I can go in his stead," Faramir offered.

Boromir nodded. "Yes, Faramir can handle this father," he said hoping to give his brother a chance to prove himself to their father.

Denethor paid Boromir no attention. "I see, a chance for Faramir Captain Of Gondor to show his quality? I think not. I trust only your brother with this quest."

Boromir was hurt by his father's words, he loved Faramir more than anyone else and what hurt his brother, hurt him. Faramir was just as great as him, if not greater. If only he could help his father see the truth. An idea stirred in Boromir's mind, perhaps he could trick his father into letting Faramir go.

"Father, I need to speak to you," Boromir said, pulling his father away.

"Faramir can get the get the ring, it is such a little thing, a task too small for me. But I am needed here, if I leave the city will be taken."

"You're right, I cannot trust Faramir to guard the city. But this ring is the only thing that can save us."

"Surely Faramir can handle it," Boromir replied.

"Very well," Denethor replied.

Denethor and Boromir went back to where Faramir stood waiting.

"Because of your brother's council I have decided to send you to get the one ring, you are not fit to guard the city. Bring the ring back to Gondor, without fail. If you fail me, my son you will be no longer, if you do not bring the ring to me, then your life will be forfeit."

"Yes, father," Faramir replied solemnly. "If I should return, think better of me father."

"That depends on the manor of your return," Denethor answered, walking away.

"This is your chance, let all of Gondor see you as I do," Boromir told Faramir.

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Faramir mounted his horse, preparing to leave for Rivendell.

Boromir came over to him, placing his hand on Faramir's shoulder. "Remember today, little brother."

Faramir placed his hand on his brother's forearm and nodded, then he turned to ride away.

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