Book/Source: LotR, possibly Movie-verse
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Tolkien or his works.
A/N: Written for the “Bitter” challenge, and my first submission in this group.
Gazing at the White Tower, shining golden in the setting sun, Faramir sighed deeply. Darkness was spreading its roots throughout the lands, taking hold in his heart as well. The younger son, the weaker leader, worth less than his brother. Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and Boromir’s voice whispered into his ear, “Don’t compare yourself to others, my brother. That will only make you vain or bitter. You are what you are. And I would not want to change you, for you are one-of-a-kind.” Sighing once more and bowing his head, Faramir wished he could believe him.