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“Father, perhaps we should reconsider. After all, there has been no talk of courtship or the like with Lady Y/N. It is possible that she is hoping for a proposal from another.” Boromir tried to keep his gaze off Faramir. If Denethor suspected Faramir’s feelings, he absolutely would push for this wedding even harder. For some reason, the Steward of Gondor did not want his younger son to be happy.

“Then she hopes in vain. It has been decided,” Denethor stated with no room for argument. Boromir tried anyway. “Father, I am meant to depart for Rivendell in a fortnight. Surely that isn’t enough time to plan and host a wedding.” Denethor’s brow rose. “Then you will wed when you return. I cannot imagine why you are fighting me on this, my son. Lady Y/N is a lovely young lady and will make a fine wife.”

From the corner of his eye, Boromir saw his brother rise from the table. Denethor paid no mind, as per usual, but Boromir turned to face Faramir. Faramir offered a weak smile. “I’ve lost my appetite.” With that, he left the dining hall. Boromir knew he was most likely heading to find you so he remained where he was for now. 

For the next few minutes, Boromir did his best to convince his father that the marriage was a bad idea. Denethor wouldn’t budge. The man refused to hear any of Boromir’s arguments. By the time Boromir left the dining hall himself, he was beyond frustrated. He made his way down the corridors, asking guards if they had seen Faramir. It wasn’t until the fifth or sixth guard that he finally was able to locate his younger brother.

When Boromir found Faramir, it was as he’d suspected. He was with you. Boromir didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but hearing your voice so broken made him pause. He hardly ever heard you upset. “I knew I’d have to m-marry one day, but this is just cruel, Faramir.”

“My brother is not cruel, my love,” came Faramir’s calm voice and you sniffled. “I know he isn’t. He is more of a brother to me than anything else. It is your father who is cruel! Surely he must know how we feel and yet he does this! The man has no heart! I don’t want to marry Boromir. I only want to marry you.” Boromir watched as Faramir held you close, resting his cheek upon your head. It was that moment that made Boromir decide to reveal himself. 

“And marry him, you shall.” You let out a little yelp of surprise and Boromir fought back a laugh at how much you sounded like a small dog. Faramir groaned when your head hit his face, causing you to apologize. Boromir chuckled at that. The two of you were good together. Anyone could see it. Well anyone except Denethor. 

Once the chaos of the moment died down, you turned to Boromir again. “What do you mean I will marry Faramir? Our fathers have already decided.” Boromir sighed and nodded. “They have, However, I am due to leave for Rivendell in a fortnight. I will come up with a plan by the time I return. I see the love you have for my brother. I can’t marry you knowing how unhappy you both would be.”

You exchanged a glance with Faramir as smiles came to both your faces. Without warning, you launched yourself at Boromir and hugged him. “Thank you,” you said, tears threatening to fall yet again. Boromir laughed as he pulled away to kiss your forehead. “Do not thank me. It is the least I could do to ensure the happiness of my brother and the woman I will happily call my sister-in-law. For now, we must play along with Father’s demands.”

*time skip Your POV*

Boromir left a fortnight later. A little while after that, Faramir received a message that Boromir would be away even longer as he was now going on a quest to save Middle Earth. As impatient as you were to marry, you knew that Boromir would be true to his word and would have a plan to break your betrothal when he returned. You never expected the circumstances of that plan would be so heartbreaking.

You held Faramir as he broke down. He’d been the one to find his brother floating lifelessly down the river. He had been the one to pull the boat carrying Boromir to shore. He held his brother as sobs wracked his body and you held him. It broke you to see your love this way, but at the same time, you understood. You were close to collapsing yourself. This wasn’t how you were supposed to get out of the marriage. Once Faramir was calm, the two of you made your way to Denethor to share the sad news. 

For many moons after that, there was an air of tension and despair in Gondor. Denethor refused to speak to Faramir unless it was to yell or criticize him. You avoided Denethor as much as possible as well. He expected you to be absolutely crushed by Boromir’s death and you were, but not in the way a woman should be for her betrothed. You were far more worried about Faramir. 

Faramir began pulling away from you. He rarely spoke to anyone unless necessary but he really seemed to be avoiding you. The love of your life no longer met with you in secret. No longer let his fingers linger against yours. He hardly looked you in the eye. Eventually, you had enough and confronted him. You’d wish you hadn’t. 

You managed to catch him coming back late at night. He looked at you like a frightened animal for a moment as you let your feelings be known. Tears fell as you talked to him. He refused to meet your gaze until you finished, gasping out sobs. He hugged you briefly then pulled away. He muttered something. “What was that?” you asked tearfully.

“I can’t marry you,” he said a little bit louder. You swore your heart stopped. “W-What? You can’t mean that.” He nodded. “I do. With Boromir d-dead, I have new duties. I cannot go against my father’s wishes and marry my dead brother’s betrothed.” Your breathing picked up. “You’re serious?” He told you he was. “How could you do this? Since when have you ever cared about your duties? We were prepared to run away, Faramir.”

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you, truly I do. But I-I-” You held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t. Just don’t. I understand. I really do. Even now, you seek your father’s approval and validation. I realize I can never come before that.” You reached up and cupped his cheek. “I hope you’re happy with your choice.” Faramir gently grabbed your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I hope you find someone worthy of you,” he whispered. You scoffed and pulled your hand away.

“You were worthy of me.” You turned away and left the courtyard. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you didn’t notice Faramir watching you walk away, his own heart sinking to his feet.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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