Faramir is silent for a long moment, looking out at the horizon. "No, not that," he says finally. "It was...a complicated tangle of things, I believe. We were never easy with each other. We were too much alike in some ways, and too different in others. He too knew much of lore and history, but his use of them he limited to Gondor's need, whereas I wished to learn all for its own sake. Mithrandir taught me much on his visits, which did not help, for my father has ever disliked and distrusted him. So worse than distraction, my love of lore made my loyalty suspect in his eyes."
Now he looks sad. "While he lived, Boromir was a bridge between us, for we both loved him dearly. Though there too was a part of it, for much as I respected my brother I was not his copy, and could not be. And my father would have been happier with another Boromir, rather than myself."
There is no blame in his voice as he says any of this, no shade of reproach; only quiet grief, and a look in his eyes that hints at deeper pain still.
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Date: 2018-09-03 01:32 pm (UTC)Now he looks sad. "While he lived, Boromir was a bridge between us, for we both loved him dearly. Though there too was a part of it, for much as I respected my brother I was not his copy, and could not be. And my father would have been happier with another Boromir, rather than myself."
There is no blame in his voice as he says any of this, no shade of reproach; only quiet grief, and a look in his eyes that hints at deeper pain still.