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Title: How Much Am I Loved? (#2202)
Author: LuthienTinuviel
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings (Movieverse)
Description: Faramir's thoughts and musings up till the attempt to retake Osgiliath.
Published: 02 Sep 2005
Updated: 02 Sep 2005
Warnings: 
Type: Angst
Characters: Faramir


Chapter 1 - How Much Am I Loved?

How much am I loved?

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"Never mind little brother, our father loves you, though he shows it not."

"He favours you."

"Even the steward looses his sense of judgement with age, wise or no, you are the brighter one, " Boromir said trying to lighten the mood of our parting. "Take care, little brother. I will return."

I watched him taking his long last look of our beloved city before he rode away, never to return.

I should've gone then. It was me whose life should be forfeit...not Boromir. Not my noble and wise brother. He was always the strong one, ever there for me since Mother died.

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I was crying.

"Mother's gone, Boromir. She's gone." I sobbed in his shirt, wetting it but he held me close. He didn't let go until my grief was spent. Unbeknownst to me, his tears wet my shirt as well.

Funny how I only realized afterwards.

"I promised Mother I will take care of you, and I will."

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(Minas Tirith scene)

"You wish me dead and that Boromir lives."

"Yes."

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How much am I loved?

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Boromir is dead. Father wishes me dead. Boromir is dead. Father wishes me dead. Boromir is dead. Father wishes me dead. Boromir is dead. Father wishes me dead. Boromir is dead. Father wishes me dead. Boromir is dead. 

The words swirled around in his head as he charged towards Osgiliath, his sword glinting in the sun.

"CHARGE!!!!"

'Those who love me are all dead.'

Arrows rained upon them. Faramir raised his shield to protect himself from its descent as a different chant rang inside his head, gasping with the effort.

"Do not return until you have regained Osgiliath."

Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath. Regain Osgiliath.

He cried out an ancient battle-cry, joined by his surviving comrades.

"For GONDOR!!!!"

'Now it is my time to join them.'
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