Time in the practice yard had paid off. Faramir's adolescent body was no longer gawky though his fingers were still ink-stained. Boromir nodded his approval, passing a full mug of brew to his brother.
Boromir gave an exasperated sigh and slowly shook his head. "I thought you wanted to succeed in the guard."
"You know I do." Faramir's head came up proudly.
Boromir overrode his protest. "How will you know when to stop? Have you ever been drunk?"
"No, I…"Faramir squirmed.
"Then drink. Your true education starts today."
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