Sixteen year old Faramir slowly opened the door to his brother's room.
Boromir had returned from a two week patrol earlier that day while Faramir had been with his tutors.
Faramir peeked cautiously around the door. There, on the bed in all of his twenty-one year old glory, lay Boromir.
The teenager had to stop himself from giggling when he noticed that his older brother still was clad in a mud-stained uniform and a pair of just as muddy boots.
Faramir tip-toed into the room, closing the door behind himself. Going silently towards the bed, he stopped beside it.
Looking down at Boromir, he just couldn't understand how this mud monster could be his otherwise so clean and perfect big-brother.
With a grin, Faramir gripped a muddy boot and pulled.
With a slurping sound the boot came off and Boromir's leg fell onto the bed again, but not without slamming into the footboard first.
Faramir grimaced, that was going to leave a bruise.
Looking at Boromir (and expecting to find him awake and scowling) he was surprised to see that he was still sleeping.
Fondly shaking his head, Faramir gripped the other boot and pulled it off with the same slurping sound.
Putting down the footwear by the door, Faramir decided to try to wake his brother.
He sat down at the side of the bed.
Slowly he reached out with a finger and poked. He held his breath while looking at Boromir.
Nothing. Nada. Inget. Niente. Rien.
Faramir narrowed his eyes. This called for some drastic actions.
Poke, Poke, Poke...pokepokepokepokepoke.
"Come ON, you slowpoke! Get up!"
With a start Boromir sat up.
When he saw Faramir beside him, he scowled playfully. "What was that good for? I was sleeping!"
Faramir grinned. "Exactly".
This one was for those who wanted another young Faramir&Boromir fic.
Here you go!