Title: Remember This Night
Author: Jenn
Author's Email: jholsh1@towson.edu
Pairings: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Boromir returns from a long excursion into the wild, and returns to his dear 
brother.  Escaping from the revelry held to honor's Boromir's homecoming, he and 
Faramir get some time to clear the air, and also clear the growing tension between them.
Warnings: Incest!!  Do not read further if the idea disgusts you!

***
Faramir paced back and forth inside his chambers in the regal seven-tiered city of Minas 
Tirith, the white gem of Gondor, the realm of Men in Middle-earth. He had been awake 
since before dawn, and had scarcely slept at all, for today was the day on which his older 
brother Boromir would return to the city. Many lonely months had passed since Faramir 
had seen his dear brother. Their father, Denethor, was not secretive as to which of his 
sons he favored – Boromir was clearly the beloved child. Faramir had grown up in the 
shadow of his brother, who was raised to be valiant and brave in all aspects of life. This 
training had not been wasted, for Boromir had grown to be a noble man and a skilled 
soldier as well. Faramir had also been trained to wield both the sword and the bow, and 
although he was the most skilled archer in the city, his brother’s grandeur blinded his 
father to Faramir’s innate talents. 

A couple of months before, Boromir had been away on the other side of the Great River 
Anduin, pursuing rogue bands of orc raiders who had been terrorizing the Gondorian 
colony at Osgiliath and Ithilien further to the south. 

Out of his peripheral vision, Faramir glimpsed a flag bearing the emblem of a white tree 
with many branches sailing across the Fields of the Pelennor. Faramir ceased pacing, and 
clutched the white marble wall of the balcony outside of his chamber. A smile flickered 
around the corners of his delicately sculpted mouth. Immediately he began to descend 
down the levels of the city to meet his brother at the gate.

The gate of the great walled city was awash with villagers and nobility alike. Four tower 
guards had assembled before the gigantic iron-bound doors and stood waiting to greet 
their captain, Boromir. The cadence of hoofbeats crescendoed and Faramir’s pulse 
seemed to quicken as the horse’s footfalls approached the gate. The two doors were 
swung open, and in rode his brother, smiling genuinely and looking tall and regal upon 
his mount. His armor glinted in the late morning sunshine, and flashes of light bounced 
off of Boromir’s gilded sword hilt and saddlery. A cheer erupted from the assembly and 
bouquets of wildflowers were tossed in front of Boromir’s path as he advanced through 
the city. Boromir’s deep blue eyes met with his little brother’s, and he halted his horse 
and easily slid out of his saddle to envelop Faramir in a brotherly bear hug. Faramir could 
hardly contain his gladness at his brother’s return to Minas Tirith. He breathed in the 
distinct scent of his brother – tobacco smoke and leather, mixed with a faint smell of 
perspiration that was not unpleasant. Boromir released his brother from his firm embrace 
to step back and look over Faramir in more detail. “How you have changed, little brother! 
You must have grown four inches since I saw you last!” Boromir smiled again and 
laughed amiably, and clapped his large hand on Faramir’s shoulder. A flock of courtiers 
swept over to Boromir, showering rice and flower petals on him, leading him away from 
his brother towards the inner recesses of the white city.

***
That night was a feast to honor Boromir’s homecoming. The great hall of stewards had 
been lavishly decorated in black and white. An immense variety of food had been 
brought forth from the city’s cellars and from the stores of nearby villages – slaughtered 
cows and sheep, as well as an assortment of vegetables, breads, and spiced wines. The 
great table was lined with noblemen and women, and of course at the head of the table 
was Denethor, Steward of Gondor and father of Boromir and Faramir. Minstrels provided 
a tireless musical backdrop to the evening’s festivities. After all had eaten their fill, great 
flagons of wine were produced from the wings and the plates and dishes were cleared out 
in order to encourage the guests to dance and sing the rest of the night away. 

Boromir was outfitted in black from head to toe – black breeches and heavy boots, and a 
black tunic with the white tree of Gondor sewn into the fabric. Cinched around his waist 
was a brown leather belt. His reddish brown hair had been carefully washed and brushed, 
and his goatee was neatly trimmed and plucked. He was surrounded by women enrobed 
in brightly colored velvet gowns and with sparkling gemstones decorating their necks and 
long hair. It was no secret that Boromir had not yet taken a wife, and that made him a 
prime target for the city’s courtiers, and what better time to seduce him than on the night 
of his return to Minas Tirith?

The music became more feverishly paced, and many of the women, feeling ignored and 
rejected by the unresponsive Boromir, paired up with other men and danced merrily. 
Boromir reached for a goblet of mulled red wine and gulped down nearly the whole of its 
contents in one great draught. Faramir had been leaning against the grey stone walls of 
the great feasting hall, masked in shadows, observing the goings-on of the party, and 
carefully keeping an eye on his brother.

Boromir spied Faramir casually standing beneath a black banner against the wall opposite 
to him. “Why do you only care to watch the party instead of joining this ridiculous 
revelry?” Boromir asked, grinning, as he motioned toward the crowd of jubilant 
Gondorians.

Faramir smirked and said with an edge of sarcasm, “I might ask you the same question, 
brother. You are the reason behind this celebration, yet you spurn the attention of our 
beloved father and the most beautiful women in the city.”

Boromir chuckled briefly, but then his face darkened. “Father loves you, Faramir. You 
know that. I do not like the attention I am showered with each time I return from an 
errand. I despise it, in fact.”

“I think you’re just taking it all for granted, dear brother,” scoffed Faramir. He stood 
upright and began to head towards the door which opened up to the stairs leading away 
from the feast hall. “I’ve had enough of this… ‘revelry,’ as you put it. I’m glad you’re 
back, Boromir. Good night.” 

And he was gone. Boromir sighed; he certainly did not want an argument with his little 
brother to take place upon his return to Minas Tirith. He felt a hand upon his shoulder. He 
turned to see his father smiling sardonically. “He is well aware of his weaknesses. That’s 
all that he’s got. You, Boromir, make me truly proud. Leave Faramir be. Come, enjoy the 
celebration. Forget about your poor, stupid little brother.”

Boromir repressed his urge to strike his father. “Yes, father. I am very thankful for this 
feast. I am glad that I make you proud,” he said stiffly, nearly choking on the syllables. 
He swallowed the last of his wine in one large gulp. He would look for Faramir later on, 
when his father was not breathing down his neck and encouraging him to socialize.

***
Not an hour later, Denethor departed for his chambers and left the revelers to enjoy the 
night as they saw fit. Boromir was not longer the focus of the event – everyone was now 
just concentrating on food, drink, and women. Slowly, so that he would not be noticed, 
Boromir crept nearer to the door and slipped out, unnoticed, into the nighttime air.

“Have you grown tired of your big party already, dear brother?” Faramir asked with the 
same sarcastic bite to his voice. 

Boromir kept his temper in check, although he had had quite enough of his brother’s 
caustic attitude. “You know very well that I am not fond of feasts and pointless 
celebrations, Faramir,” he said evenly. “I wanted to leave when you did, but father 
insisted that I go and ‘enjoy myself.’” 

“Oh? And did you?”

“No.” Boromir stepped nearer to his younger sibling, who was on the balcony outside his 
chambers, smoking a pipe of tobacco and observing the constellations sparkling in the 
azure night sky. “Like I said before, I’m not fond of parties. What’s the matter with you? 
I thought you would be happy to see me again. I’ve missed your company.”

Faramir turned to meet his brothers eyes. “Did you?” Faramir’s eyes were like two deep 
blue pools, and they glimmered, almost as if tears were about to spill over his lower 
eyelids. 

Boromir stepped forward, so that his and Faramir’s faces were only inches apart. He 
nodded. “Yes, I did. You honestly do not know how much I love you, little brother?”

Faramir’s eyes were locked with Boromir’s, and his gaze told more than his words. 
Boromir read pain, and anger there, along with a deep sorrow that had been festering for 
some time. Faramir turned away and took a long drag of smoke from his pipe. “No one 
loves me.”

Boromir timidly rested his hand on Faramir’s shoulder, unsure whether his brother was 
comfortable with being touched by another man. Faramir lowered his head and covered 
his eyes; he was crying. Tears rolled down his cheeks freely, but he made no sound. 
Boromir turned Faramir around to face him, but Faramir refused to look at him. 

“Faramir… you know that isn’t true. Father loves you more than you know. I know that 
he is cruel and harsh to you, but he only wishes to encourage you to succeed in every 
endeavor that you face. You have no inkling of what wonderful things he has said 
regarding you while he and I have been speaking together. And he is not the only one 
who loves you….” Boromir lifted Faramir’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet again. His 
voice dropped to a whisper. “I have loved you ever since the day you were born. And, 
and that love has only proven to grow stronger as the years have passed. Whenever I ride 
into battle, I think of you, and it gives me strength. I fight for you, brother, so that I can 
keep our land safe for you, and so I can return home again to see your face. Don’t tell me 
that you doubted my love for you!”

Faramir’s mouth had dropped open slightly. His tears had dried and left salty tracks on 
his face. “I… I, I did not know how deep your emotions ran. Forgive me, dear brother…”

Boromir flashed a warm-hearted smile. “Well you do now, and don’t you forget it!”

Faramir smiled in return, and leaned in to plant a soft kiss upon his brother’s chin.

Boromir’s eyes widened in surprise. He brought both of his hands up to wipe away the 
tear stains from Faramir’s cheeks. Their eyes met again, and now Boromir saw something 
else in his brother’s expressive eyes – he saw love. Almost without all conscious thought, 
Boromir’s lips met his brother’s. They kissed each other tentatively, almost nervously, 
but gradually all awkwardness melted away and their kisses became freer and deeper. 
Faramir’s tongue slid in between Boromir’s lips and found his tongue, and their tongues 
intermingled hungrily. Faramir was reveling in the sweet, tangy flavor of mulled wine on 
Boromir’s tongue. Boromir’s hand had reached around behind his brother’s head, pulling 
Faramir’s lips and tongue closer to his face. 

The kiss broke, and the two men stood regarding each other. Passion laced the air 
surrounding them. Their pulses had become rapid drumbeats in their chests, and their lips 
were shiny with saliva exchanged during their heated kisses. Faramir spoke softly. “My 
brother… I do believe that we have just realized our true feelings…”

Boromir caught his breath. His heart was almost in his throat, but he managed to say, 
“Yes… our true feelings. Brother… might we go inside, where we will not be 
interrupted?”

Faramir laughed, and it was a musical, joyful sound to Boromir’s ears. Faramir grabbed 
his brother’s hand and led him into his sumptuous bedchambers.

Boromir was laughing now, too, and he playfully shoved his younger brother onto the 
bed and climbed on top of him. Faramir wiggled beneath the body of his brother, and 
Boromir found the feeling of the man’s body underneath him incredibly erotic. He 
groaned lightly and kissed Faramir roughly, bruising both their lips in a heated and 
passionate kiss. Faramir raised his pelvis up to grind it against his brother’s obvious 
arousal. Faramir was grinning devilishly as he watched his brother’s eyes fill with lust 
and sexual hunger. Boromir was obviously stronger than Faramir, and he did not hesitate 
to pin his brother down and run his hands up and down Faramir’s writhing body, paying 
close attention to the growing bulge between Faramir’s thighs. Faramir’s fingers began to 
toy with Boromir’s belt buckle. Boromir pulled off his tunic and leaned over again to 
crush his lips against Faramir’s in another greedy kiss. Faramir’s hand reached down to 
the bulge in his brother’s breeches and he teasingly stroked his brother’s evident arousal. 
Boromir gasped at the initial sensation of his brother’s touch, and he moaned with ecstasy 
at the feeling. Faramir removed his hand from his brother’s aching manhood and laughed 
at the look of ruined pleasure on Boromir’s features. Faramir sat up and removed his shirt 
and belt. Skin against skin, Faramir and Boromir rolled around on the gigantic bed 
playfully. Faramir finally got on top of his brother, and had pinned him down. Faramir sat 
straddling his brother’s thighs, and began to massage the area around Boromir’s 
throbbing arousal. Boromir wriggled with pleasure every time Faramir’s deft hands 
passed over his engorged penis. The lacing holding Boromir’s breeches was suddenly 
undone, and he moaned again as his entire body was stripped of all clothing and was 
exposed to the air…. And his brother. Faramir smiled evilly again, and Boromir took a 
deep gasp of air as he felt a hot, wet mouth engulf his entire length. Boromir’s breathing 
and moaning was uneven and staccato, and he could not keep his hips from bucking and 
wiggling as his brother generously gave him the greatest pleasure he had ever known in 
his life up until then. Sweat beaded on his noble brow, and the volume of his sighs and 
groans escalated. Faramir’s tongue teased and tickled his brother’s sensitive member 
ceaselessly. He was thoroughly enjoying how he elicited such an intense reaction from 
his brother. He sensed that Boromir was seconds away from his climax. Boromir’s entire 
body tensed up at the same instant that Faramir’s tongue licked up from base to tip and 
again swallowed the entire length of Boromir’s arousal. Faramir’s cheeks were sucked in 
as he slurped and massaged his brother’s penis with his lips and tongue. Boromir was in 
the throes of ecstasy. He succumbed to the blinding pleasure and released his creamy, 
salty seed into his brother’s eager mouth. Faramir did not miss a drop, and he swallowed 
down his brother’s seed with great enjoyment; he loved the taste of his brother. 
Boromir’s breathing returned to normal, and his pulse decreased in volume as he 
recovered from his intense orgasm. Faramir licked his lips and crawled up to lay next to 
his beloved brother. Boromir looked into his brother’s beautiful blue eyes and felt a great 
desire well up within him. He kissed Faramir and whispered in his brother’s ear, “Now 
it’s your turn,” he said, and he lightly licked Faramir’s ear, causing the younger man to 
shiver. 

***
The morning light trickled in through the tall stone slits in the walls of Faramir's 
bedchambers. Amongst the tangle of sheets, Faramir and Boromir were entwined in each 
other, still glowing with the pleasant feeling of the night before. 

Boromir rolled onto his side to observe his brother who was deep in slumber. He admired 
the gentle rise and fall of his brother's chest as he breathed, the smooth skin and the dark 
velvety nipples. Faramir's auburn hair was strewn seductively about, mussed and tangled 
from the night's lovemaking. Boromir carefully brushed away a strand of soft hair from 
Faramir's face and he left the lightest of kisses on Faramir's pouty, slightly parted lips. 
"Remember this night, little brother," he whispered as he ran his thumb over Faramir's 
flushed cheeks.

***
Boromir coaxed his steed into a gallop across the open fields into the west, towards 
Imladris. Thoughts of Faramir raced through his mind as his horse raced through the 
many leagues that lie between him and his destination. Would he ever see his dear 
brother again?

***
Faramir gazed out upon the land that sprawled before Minas Tirith. It was dusk now, an 
evening much like one not too long ago which he would never forget. His eyes glistened 
with building teardrops, and he wondered ceaselessly, "Will I ever see my brother 
again?"

END