1. Brothers In Arms
"Boromir let him win, you know."
The sun shines down on the happy victor as he waves his wooden sword above his head.
"Does he know that?"
There is not a cloud in the sky- nothing mars the blue from horizon to horizon.
It will not always be this way.
"Then does it matter?"
Denethor looks at his sons- happy, smiling, perfect- and then at his wife- beautiful, caring, perfect- and then back.
She asks again, and he cannot help but smile as Boromir takes Faramir's outstretched hand and wrestles him to the ground.
"It does not".