Ch. 11 - The High Warden's New Clothes - A Drabble and 1/2

“If you say ONE WORD… ”

Faramir knew when to be quiet, but laughter bubbled.

Boromir lunged for him; Faramir ducked.

“You will ruin the outfit and Father will be angry,” his little brother shouted.

At that, Boromir stilled. Turning his back, he walked down the steps to his own quarters, those of the newly commissioned High-Warden, and slammed the door after him.

A quiet tap, tap, tap on the door announced that Faramir had followed him and was trying to gain entry to apologize. ‘At least,’ Boromir thought angrily, ‘he best be here to apologize!’

“Boromir! Please open the door. I meant no disrespect.”

The tapping grew distinctly louder. ‘Best open before Father hears,’ Boromir thought morosely. Faramir’s eyes still glinted with glee and Boromir quickly shut the door in his brother’s face.

“I am sorry, Boromir, truly I am, but the wingéd helm - it was too much!”

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A/N - it must have been odd to have seen this uniform their whole long lives - and then to see it on Boromir - well, reality can sometimes be a bit much to take... too much for young Faramir!