#denthor

After catching his breath and fighting down panic he took charge of the situation and send out guards to search the citadel giving strict orders to be discreet in order to nor alarm his wife.

Fortunately just a few minutes later a young guard came running with word from the gardener asking if Lord Boromir was supposed to drag his baby brother through some shrubs in the back of the gardens in what seems to be his red little toy wagon.

In reply Denethor just hurried outside soon hearing Boromir cheerfully explaining that birds make nests for their babies but that those babies did not get a cradle like Faramir did, and Faramir cooing in what seemed to be a reply.

His breathing slowing Denthor came to a halt. "Boromir! Come out of the bushes at once will you!"

"Dad!" Came the delighted reply, Boromir being obviously completely oblivious to the possibility that he could be doing anythig wrong. Denethor heard some steps, and some rustling and then a thumb!

"Dad, my wagon is stuck! Can you help me?"

Cursing silently Denthor crawled into the bushes, and soon saw Boromir kneeling next to his little wagon which was squeezed between to branches, talking in a low but cheerful voice to Faramir who looked around in amazement waving his little fits in excitement, seemingly unharmed.

Denethor was beyond reliefed to find the baby unharmed, and noted that Boromir at least had had the good sense to furnish the old toy wagon with a blanket and pillow.

However, no matter how comfortable the children seemed to be, the wagon was truely stuck and Denethor decided to leave it behind for the time being, ordering Boromir to crawl to the lawn why he himself took Faramir.

Crawling himself while holding a wriggling infant securely was no mean feat, and he was more than happy when they finally could all three sit down a bench in the garden.

Boromir was merrily narrating his day‘s adventures, how he had found a birds nest in the garden and decided to show it to Faramir, him being a baby he assumed Faramir would like to meet other babies you know, and how much fun they had and and and.

Denethor let him talk, only half listening, trying to think of a good way to adress this issue.

On the one had he was proud of his son. It was kind of him, wanting to include his brother in his adventures and looking for something baby related to do together. Also it was no mean feat for a 5 year old to organise the trip with the wagon and all, but still he needed to explain to him, that..... it was not ideal to drag an infant about in a toy wagon with no adult supervision.

This turned out to be harder than expected.

Boromir argued intently that Faramir deserved to get to play to. He saw no problem with dragging a baby around in a toy wagon and asked angrily if he was forbidden to play with Faramir.

The baby choose that moment to start crying which led to Boromir assuring him he would still play with him and in the following chaos Denethor decided it was more urgent to return the little one to the nursery than to continue a discussion he could not win too.

For once choosing retreat Denthor returned inside, deciding to regroup wiht his wife in the evening.

However, they might have saved their breath for it turned out that while usually obedient if stubborn Boromir was determined to include his little brother in his activities as much as he could think, so dejectedly he eventually commissioned a little pram to be built which could be handled by a five year old with ease while keeping a baby safe, and alerting everyone in the castle to be on constant guard.