Characters: Boromir, Faramir
Source: LOTR book verse
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien. I make no money from this.
Note: Double drabble. Boromir's POV in the first, Faramir's in the second. I imagine Boromir to be 14-15 years.
The plain is in shimmering flux towards a jagged line between earth and sky.
Tall grasses brush against your legs. They used to reach higher – you have sprouted lately, like some strange species of plant, and don't feel at home in your new elongated body. Always feeling a little off centre.
You feel both exposed and suppressed by this swaying expanse and the globe of sky above it. You watch your brother’s narrow, graceful back and long tangle of hair, and feel an embarrassing need for reassurance.
Then you close the distance between you and wrestle him to the ground.
You are dumbfounded and angry; it is unlike your brother to jump on you like this...
He lets go and sits down heavily, looking lost, eyes downcast.
You feel like protecting him suddenly, but don't know from what.
You sit down by him; your shoulder held in balance by the answering pressure from his upper arm.
His long hair mingles with yours in the breeze and brushes your face. Wind-borne seeds and grass particles drift across you towards a glassy horizon.
Your bond is what anchors you in this shifting world.
Just sometimes it cuts a little into your skin.