2. Finding Boromir
Chapter Two – Finding Boromir
Faramir walked the perimeter of the Citadel, a sharp north wind tossing his long black hair about, but Denethor's son paid it no heed. All his thoughts were on his brother. He had not seen Boromir since last evening's meal and he was become concerned. Boromir's bed had not been slept in. An unusual event for the short stays allotted to Gondor's Captain-General. Faramir's duties were now complete for the day and he had time to look for his brother. His search of the Citadel had proved fruitless. Boromir had not been seen.
The young man looked over the parapet. The crowds in the Sixth Circle were too many. He swore and walked to the Gate. Saluting, he passed into the tunnel. Then stopped. He looked back. Beregond stood at attention. Drawing in a deep breath, he returned to the guard.
"Have you seen Boromir?"
"Not of late, Lieutenant."
Faramir saw a twitch in the guard's eyelid. "When was the last time you saw Boromir?"
The guard actually fidgeted and alarms rang in Faramir's mind. "When was the last time you saw Captain-General Boromir?"
"This morning. Near to the first bell."
"Was he coming back to the Citadel?"
"He was headed towards the Sixth Circle."
"Did he say where he was going?"
The guard shook his head. "He did not."
"Then why did you not tell me you saw him?"
Beregond lowered his head. "He… he slipped me some coins and ordered me not to say anything. To anyone."
"How was he adorned?"
"What do you mean?"
"How was he dressed? Did he carry a pack? Did he have his traveling cloak?"
Beregond looked at him as a pup when it has accidentally wet its master's boots.
"Beregond." The alarms were now strident. "Was he dressed for travel?"
"He was, my Lord," the soldier gasped. "He had a pack and his traveling cloak. He carried an extra sword."
Faramir swallowed hard, fear constricting his throat. Has Father sent Boromir on a mission I know naught of? It was probable. He quelled his fear and nodded. "Thank you, Beregond. As my friend, I would have expected you to be more forthright."
The soldier grimaced, then saluted. Faramir turned back to the Citadel, strode into the Tower, and across the Great Hall. His father sat, listening to reports from the southern regions. Faramir waited.
"Why are you here?" Denethor asked, his tone low and puzzled. "We were not to meet till nuncheon."
"I came to ask where Boromir has gone. What posting did you send him to? And perhaps when he might return?"
Denethor scowled and waved the men away. He motioned. Faramir stepped forward.
"Why do you bother me with such things? Useless things! Boromir is here. He has not received new orders. I do not have to explain myself, Faramir. Now, return to your duties. By the way, when you find Boromir, send him here. I would speak with him."
"He is not in the City, Father."
Denethor looked up from his papers. "Went out for a ride, did he?"
"Nay, Father. He wore his traveling cloak. He carried a packed bag."
Inhaling deeply, Denethor stood. "How do you know this? Did he tell you? Did he say where he was going?"
"Nay, Father. I looked for him all afternoon. Beregond, he guards the Sixth Gate, told me Boromir passed him in the early hours of the morning."
"Have Beregond brought to me."
"He knows no more than I have told. Boromir was packed for a long journey."
Denethor motioned. His aide stepped forward. "Find Boromir. Bring him to me."
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