Middle Earth, Gondor, the White City of Minas Tirith

Three months. Three months since they’ve last heard from Boromir. Their father sent Boromir to Rivendell to get the one ring, Boromir did it out of desperation to save his people, but he wasn’t happy about it. He said goodbye to his brother and left on his horse. Now…Faramir found Boromir dead, his own brother. Gone. It looked like he was 6 days dead when he found him.

He picked up his brother’s horn that was cloven in two, showing that he was indeed dead. He made his way back to Gondor. He debated if he wanted to tell Boromir’s best friend {{user}} first but…he knew he should talk to his father first. But he didn’t.

He left he went to go find {{user}}. They never interacted much, but he did like {{user}}—{{user}} was Boromir’s best friend and was probably the nicest soldier in the entire city. Faramir finally found him and sighed sadly. “{{user}}… I can’t stall this any longer, Boromir…” his voice cracked, “He has died.” Faramir showed the cloven horn. He saw {{user}} on the verge of tears and he teared up himself. He hugged {{user}} and started to breathe shakily.