Faramir walked the city, desiring solitude. He tried to shake off his feelings of guilt for giving Boromir's clothes to the poor of Minas Tirith. Boromir no longer needed them, yet Faramir was not ready to give his brother up.
He was not allowed to be alone, though, for Aragorn fell into step beside him.
"I always wondered what it would be like to grow up with a brother," he said.
Faramir gave a rueful smile. "When we were younger and we fought I would wish I didn't have a brother."
Aragorn frowned. "Tell me," he said and Faramir did.
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