The brothers stood together atop the Citadel, gazing northward.  It was their last night together ere Boromir left upon his long, uncertain journey.

"I wish Father trusted me as he does you, Boromir," Faramir said.  "His consent was given grudgingly; I fear he does not believe me capable to lead in your stead.  He was willing to entrust to me the quest for hidden Rivendell before you convinced him the task was yours, but he is less willing to trust my abilities as a captain of men in the face of impending war."

"Perhaps he trusts you less than he used to, Faramir," Boromir conceded.  "But you are already proven capable and he knows it.  You will have his full confidence and trust once I am gone!  I trust you as eminently capable, and you trust yourself, as well -- what more is needed?"