The Lost Meal

Faramir retched repeatedly, emptying the contents of his stomach on to the ground below him. Bending forward, he groaned loudly, embarrassed and shamed by his foolish weakness. Aware that he was being watched, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to see his elder brother standing beside him grinning.

“Do not fret little warrior, it is common to react this way after a first battle”, reassured Boromir wrapping his arm around the young lad’s shaking shoulders. “Shame to see you have lost your midday meal though”, he laughed loudly, peering down at Faramir’s feet.