3. The Sincerest Form of Flattery (Faramir, Boromir)
prompt for December 3 - 22 red rangers
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
"It's disgusting!" Faramir burst through the door into his brother's office.
Boromir raised one eyebrow. "When did you get judgmental? You should be flattered that he copied your livery."
"Flattered?" Faramir snorted his contempt. "With twenty-two of them swaggering around the city in that garish color? Even father doesn't travel with that much escort."
"He's young, new come to his honors, and very proud of his position," Boromir said soothingly.
"He's only two years younger than I am. It's no excuse."
"Perhaps down in the south…"
Faramir snorted again. "Red Rangers! Even in the desert, that color is not camouflage!"
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