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Two Offerings: 'Displacement' & 'The Best Medicine'

Title: Displacement
Author: Númenora
Characters: Boromir (5 yrs), Faramir (newly born), Finduilas
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst, Warm & Fuzzy
Timeline: TA 2983 (Minas Tirith)
Disclaimer: All known characters are Tolkien’s.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Boromir feels displaced by his new baby brother. Written expressly for the faramir_fics’ challenge: ‘Perfect.’ Also posted to 25fluffyfics’ challenge: ‘Jealousy.’


He crept into the nursery. Finduilas was humming a lullaby her mother taught her; it was the one she always sang for him.

But he was not the baby anymore. She’d told him; so had Father. But, this was his room. It just wasn’t fair!

Finduilas turned and smiled at Boromir. “Come closer, my son; do you not wish to see Little Faramir?”

He wanted to scream ‘No!’ but he did as he was bid.

“What do you think of him?” Peering inside the cradle, Boromir beheld his brother for the first time.

Instantly loving Faramir, he breathed, “He’s perfect.”

~*~*~

Title: The Best Medicine
Author: Númenora
Characters: Boromir (5 yrs), Faramir (a few months), Finduilas, Denethor
Rating: G
Warnings: Warm & Fuzzy
Timeline: TA 2983 (Minas Tirith)
Disclaimer: All known characters are Tolkien’s.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Boromir is ill and needs a special cure. Written expressly for the faramir_fics’ challenge: ‘Health.’ Also posted to 25fluffyfics’ challenge: ‘Gift.’

A/N: This is the year before Ecthelion II dies, so Denethor is not yet the Steward of Gondor; I imagine him as being less careworn and very much the family man at this time.


Finduilas smiled at the baby in her arms. For so small a thing, Faramir was in perfect health.

But it was Boromir that worried her. He was laying abed with a bad cold, tears running down his flushed cheeks. Although he sneezed and coughed and could not play outside, he was not sad for these.

His words came back to her: “But he’ll forget me if he doesn’t see me every day!”

So Finduilas stood on the balcony next to Boromir’s and waited. Denethor held his five-year-old, bringing him outdoors.

“Look there, Son,” the Steward-prince said.

Bright red curls and beautiful blue eyes turned towards them. They were several feet apart, but Boromir could see Faramir quite clearly, the sight bringing a grin to his face.

“Hello, Faramir!” Boromir waved at the infant. “Can he come back tomorrow?”

“Of course, weather permitting; but you must do as the healer says, take all of your medicines and eat.” Denethor informed.

“I shall—I promise,” Boromir said hoarsely.

Boromir was true to his word, getting well before anyone would have foreseen. The healer took credit, but Finduilas knew that Faramir and his brother’s love for him had returned Boromir to good health.

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