Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

I will always be your brother

Author: Avon

Nominator: unknown

2004 Award Category: Races: Men: Gondor

Story Type: Other Fiction : Length: unknown
Rating: PG-13 -- Reason for Rating: death and dying mentioned
Summary: Boromir and Faramir's first meeting when Boromir comes home from his first campaign. There are so many things you can't promise.


Review scores are not available for 2004.

Reviewed by: Ainaechoiriel -- Score: N/A

This story nearly brough a tear to my eye. It was beautiful, a wonderful picture of the love between these two brothers with just a hint of what Faramir had to live with when Boromir was away. And the way Boromir looks at Faramir with surprise at how he's grown...I have a brother 10 years younger, who was shorter than me when I went to the Czech, and taller when I returned. :-)

Reviewed by: Elanor -- Score: N/A

Beside of the use of the word "baby" I have no quibbles with this story. But "baby" is for me a contemporary diminution which does not belong into the LotR world. Aside of this the story is well crafted, evocative, haunting, and simultaneously realistic. Passages I liked most: I slide wearily from my horse, no longer needing to be anyone but myself not steward's son nor Gondor's guard. - well observed weariness from showing the public face. For months I have longed for, dreamed of, being here but now it seems as alien to me as it does to Alagos. - well observed the feelings of strangeness when adjusting to the long left home. Suddenly I am indeed at home. As I embrace him I seem to remember a lifetime of holding him - - for me this feels right, by touching Faramir Boromir arrives at home and remembers like situations, described with well chosen words. and just so did he watch me with eyes as grey as a sky bitter with unshed snow as I packed for this first campaign. - beautiful words. "Where is Myrnaur?" he questions, and for a moment I do not answer. "Oh," says Faramir softly, and takes my hand. There is a painful choke in my throat as I look down at him, this stupid, ridiculous baby brother who can seem as adult as any of Father's counselors - but who now holds my hand like a child. - feels very realistic. We've both known since Mother died that no-one can promise to stay with you. There are so many things I can't promise him. I can't promise I won't go away. I can't promise that I'll be safe. I rub his back, feeling the sharp bones that speak of both fragility and maturity, and stroke his hair. Finally, I say, "I will always be your brother." - for me this is as haunting as it feels real.

Reviewed by: Fourth Moon -- Score: N/A

I like the way this story brings Boromir's feelings for his brother to life, and fleshes out the lives of both brothers with events that give an idea of what growing up was like for them. I especially enjoy the solemness of Faramir, and how his gift of seeing into the heart of his brother even at a young age is described by Boromir. The phrase "to be half of each other" is lovely, and the description of the horror and confusion of battle as well as the dilemma of comforting a younger brother without telling him lies is excellently done.