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Who: Boromir and Faramir

What: 'Tis a Tale of a Most Epic Reunion of Bros

Where: Just outside the Inn

When: Soon after Faramir's arrival

Warnings: May ~~contain ridiculous amounts of sentimentality~~ INDUCE PUKING OF RAINBOWS ALL OVER THE PLACE

Once he stepped outside Faramir closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling softly. The cool breeze on his face revived his spirits but his hands were still cold, his chest aching with the aftermath of the onrush. All of his memories before the world had turned dark were sketchy at best and it brought a pain of doubt and uncertainty with it. Had he then fallen in battle, thus being reunited with his brother in death?

He opened his eyes again, taking in the view around him, his hand running idly over the Inn's wall. What a strange place indeed, with doors that would not open and devices that would allow you to speak over such vast distances.

He briefly considered pulling the CiD out and examine it again but other things were far more important now. Watching expectantly he strained his ears for the familiar sound of hooves.

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Faramir drops his gaze for a moment but his eyes soften with a small smile at that. "Those are good news. I shall take them gladly from you and allow them to easy my own, heavy heart."

"Why should your own heart be heavy? I know we are a long way from home but it is not the last you shall see of Middle Earth." Boromir has not quite added two and two together yet. Then again, he's seen so many other people come here without it being some sort of afterlife and he's been told something to the contrary (not that those with foresight are infallible).

"What makes you say that?" Faramir looks up, a trace of confusion on his face at the confidence in his brother's voice. "How would I return from where no mortal man has come back?"

"You died." It's spoken flatly. Various scenarios run through his mind but there are two he keeps returning to: foresight is fallible or this Faramir is not the brother he'd been told would live, but another who was fated to die.

Either way, he decides to keep quiet while he ponders his options. It wouldn't do to panic his brother (always his brother, no matter what) even more on the day of his arrival. After all, it had taken Boromir some time to understand the concept of multiple worlds and timelines.

"I had --I thought." He pauses, trying to still himself. "I hoped you had come here alive, as other do. Oh, Faramir."

"People come to this place alive?" He looks surprised. That is a new concept for him and a possibility that has not crossed his mind at all.

"I-- do not know. The moments before I woke up in this strange room, they are all a blur and then-- darkness." A shadow crosses his face. He might not remember the nature of his injuries but his spirit very well recalls the blackness of its impact. "We were to reclaim Osgiliath. It was heavily guarded. We encountered Nazgûl."

Another shadow, of a different kind. Yes, he lost the city again and Faramir feels accordingly about it.

"They do, although I can understand why you would come to that conclusion that this was some sort of afterlife. It crossed my mind when I arrived here. Then I was afraid I had become some sort of wraith-like creature. But no; people are brought here during and after their death."

And speaking of wraiths. "You went to reclaim Osgiliath when it was guarded by Nazgûl." It's not a question; it's a statement of disbelief. Of course, he has no idea how badly things became in Gondor during his absence and after his death.

"You do not look wraith-like to me." It is said with a small smile because it is fairly obvious that it will be the last one in a while. Because apparently they are now coming to the part he really dreads talking about.

"Such were my orders."

It is not said in bitterness but matter-of-fact, with that soft hint of sadness underneath. A bit wistful, maybe.

Such were my orders. Oh, Boromir knows what that means. His features set into their familiar stern countenance and, if Faramir has an undercurrent of melancholy to his words, his brother has to bite back his fury.

"Oh, for--" No, no, he will not say what's on his mind. Well, maybe a little. And perhaps his fist thumps down on the table, making his plate jump slightly. "What was he thinking? Is it not enough to lose one son that he must condemn the other in his folly?"

"Father was... heartbroken. His grief over your loss has very much consumed him."

He watches Boromir, a pained expression on his face. If this upsets his brother so deeply, how can Faramir ever bring himself to tell the whole tale?

"Please, I beseech you, do not speak of him in anger. He misses you with a sad and heavy heart."

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