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Home and Away<br />
by Acacea<br />
Boromir had always liked this little courtyard by the walls tucked in a<br />
quiet, sun-drenched nook behind the stables, away from the bustle of the city,<br />
accessible only through a narrow path overgrown with grass and wildflowers.<br />
It was paved with dulled white stones, and bordered by a narrow strip of<br />
wild grass. An old lemon tree stood in one corner, its laden branches hanging<br />
over the walls; and a small stone bench placed beneath it for anyone wishing to<br />
enjoy the view in comfort. He and Faramir had often sat here on warm<br />
afternoons, watching the plains and the river, a winding band of silver with tiny<br />
boats bobbing up and down it. If one leaned out a little and tried, as Faramir was<br />
doing at that moment, one could see all the way down to the quays, and even the<br />
hazy green land across the river.<br />
It was just the place he wanted to be right now.<br />
He had to leave the next day to join his troop at Pelargir, after a fortnight<br />
on furlough. He was not meant to be home this early in the year but he had<br />
received a nasty cut to his sword arm at Osgiliath, and had been ordered to<br />
report to the healers in the city. Much as he had relished the time spent at home,<br />
he found he was anxious to rejoin his troop. Yet at the same time he felt unhappy<br />
at leaving behind his younger brother who seemed so much older now than the<br />
last time he’d seen him. With Faramir set to join the rangers in a year’s time,<br />
Boromir suddenly felt very unsure of how often they could spend time together<br />
like this again.<br />
He had completed his duties for the day. He had risen early, packed away<br />
most of his things, then breakfasted with his father so that they could discuss the<br />
situation with the corsairs yet again. Then he had written out all of the myriad<br />
reports his father seemed to want before he left, working swiftly yet<br />
meticulously. The time was well spent for it had left him free to spend the<br />
afternoon here with Faramir. They had had very little time together on this visit,<br />
first with the healers cooping him up, and then the situation in Pelargir<br />
necessitating endless meetings with his father and the council.<br />
They had brought food with them; it was late in the afternoon and they<br />
were both famished. Boromir had brushed away the ripened lemons that had<br />
fallen on the bench and placed the food there. There was warm, soft bread<br />
straight from the kitchens, newly churned butter, fresh, crumbly cheese, a pot full<br />
of orange-scented, golden honey and a basket of plump red and green apples.<br />
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