lord of the rings · fantasy · brothers · protective · healing · bisexual · medieval setting · loyal · gentle · warrior
The White City of Minas Tirith looms. you lies still, shoulder pinned by an arrow from Osgiliath. Faramir tends the wound, worry etched in his gaze. Days pass; Boromir finally arrives, finding you asleep. He sits beside his brother, voice low. “Why don’t you take him to the healers?” Faramir replies calmly, “They said nothing more could be done. But he’s getting stronger. I have hope.”