Bring me to life

Chapter 7

After a hot bath, Kreshen walked back to Faramir’s room, finding the two brothers sitting on the couch, quietly talking and chukling.
Some servants were arranging the table, and others were taking care of the food.
“What are you laughing at?” she asked, sitting on Boromir’s lap, smiling wickedly.
"Oh, nothing of importance really" he replied, smirking, "Just ehr.. diplomatic matters, that's it."
Faramir laughed out loud at his words, and nodded. "You can very well say that. Diplomatic matters pertaining some major changes in the.. establishment, I'd say."
"Aye, 'tis true." Boromir agreed solemnly. "We were also talking about a certain attractive looking maiden of our acquaintance, to say the truth. She's lovely but Valar, so nosy! She always wants to know everything!"
"I totally agree with you, dear brother. But she's adorable nonetheless, isn't she?"
"She is. Indeed she is." Boromir smiled, the urge to hug her and kiss the breath out of her almost unbearable. But he didn't, for Faramir and the servants were there too. He merely leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, dandling her playfully on his knees, much to Faramir's amusement.
Kreshen couldn’t help but smile, tickling him on his side, to make him stop.
But few moments later, the servants announced that the dinner was ready, and vanished into the corridor, closing the door behind them.
They eat quietly, chuckling now and then.
At the end, the girl took a strawberry, and absentmindedly started to nibble at it, looking at the candles on the table.
The two brothers exchanged a glance at the sight, and Faramir was struggling to hold back something very much resembling to a wicked grin. Enticing, to say the least. And he knew his brother well enough to be sure that he wouldn't have drawn back, once gotten the hint.
"Is.. it sweet?" he asked to the oblivious girl, propping on his elbows over the table, and grinning. Grinning wickedly at last, an eyebrow dangerously raised.
“Yes” answered the unaware girl, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
She certainly hadn’t missed his wicked grin, but hadn’t understood what was he up to.
Boromir merely raised his head to glance at the two, but said nothing. When Faramir leaned closer to Kreshen to nibble at the strawberry, though, he began to understand.
Said girl just looked at him with wide eyes, offering him the strawberry, naively believing that he was interested into the fruit.
Faramir took the strawberry, looking steadily into Kreshen's eyes, and quietly placed it on her plate. A second later he was kissing her fiercely, his fingers tangled in her hair in order to prevent her from drawing back.
"Your taste is way sweeter" he whispered, claiming her mouth with renewed vigour straight afterwards, while Boromir had stopped eating and seemed somehow uncomfortable, fidgeting with the food in his plate.
"Shall I leave you two alone?"
By then Kreshen was panting and flushed and couldn't help but blush when she turned to look at Boromir.
But it had to be Faramir's decision, not hers. So she just looked intensely at the older one, smiling somewhat awkwardly.
"No, stay." Faramir said, glancing at him and then at Kreshen, sitting down again and gesturing for her to sit on his lap.
The girl complied straightaway, smiling at Faramir and studying his face to try and understand what was he up to.
She recognized the lust in his eyes, but still couldn’t understand why Boromir had to stay. He had told her that in past they had shared some girls, but apart from that first night, they had never done it again with her.
Faramir began to unlace her dress at once, bending down to kiss her neck. Boromir was still sitting at the other side of the table, his grey eyes fixed on Kreshen's face and the food forgotten in the plate. He said nothing though, he didn't move, he almost didn't dare to breathe.
She was beautiful beyond belief, but he didn't feel like meddling between them two, unless expressly authorized to do so. She was Faramir's, not his.
Said girl had her eyes closed, and was slightly trembling, due to Faramir's ministrations on her neck.
She helped him to remove her dress, that fall on the floor like a pool at her feet, sitting again on his lap, and nearing his lips to kiss him breathless.
Her breasts were brushing against the soft fabric of his tunic and she couldn't help but moan softly for her nipples were already hard.
One of Faramir's hand made its way to Kreshen's breast as they were kissing, to pinch and tease her nipple, and he couldn't help but sigh softly when he found it already erect under his fingers. After a few more moments of heated kissing he retreated, panting, and glanced at his brother.
"Undress yourself, Boromir."
Said man instantly raised an eyebrow at the request. "Are you commanding me?" he asked sneeringly, his arms folded and a crooked smile curving his lips.
"I am.. asking you to undress."
"Now's better." Boromir grinned, standing up to walk towards the two, and halting a few footsteps away. "But I want her to do it."
"Go on then." the other agreed, while the girl was getting on her feet to near him. Boromir's grin was still there, relentlessly. And it wasn't a good sign.
"Get on your knees, Kreshen."
Grinning back, the girl complied, and without asking for his permission, her mouth neared his leggings.
A second later, she was unlacing them with her teeth, placing both hands at his buttocks, squeezing them, and tracing a white path with her nails when she had removed the garment.
But she hadn’t missed Boromir’s strange behaviour. And even if she was more than sure that he would never be rough again to her, he was acting with a certain coldness.
"That's it." he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair, grey eyes unwavering. "Go on."
In the meantime Faramir was kicking away his boots and unbuttoning his tunic hastily, all the while staring at the two, yearning clearly written all over his features.
Without raising her eyes to look at him, the girl started to kiss and nibble the inner part of his thigh, slowly nearing his shaft. Once reached that spot, she just began to lick at it, gripping his buttocks to still his movements.
She could almost feel Faramir’s presence at her back, but she was too occupied to pleasure Boromir, trying to hold back the urge to ask him what was going on.
Boromir had his head thrown back and his eyes closed, soft gasps and pants coming now and then from his slightly parted lips. He was struggling to contain the overwhelming need to thrust his hips forward, but despite that he asked for nothing, nor did he push her head closer to his groin to prompt her to deepen the contact. Faramir was staring at the two of them as if transfixed, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue nervously, his deep blue eyes now dark and clouded with lust. When he heard Boromir groan out loud he decided that he couldn't take any more and kneeled behind Kreshen, unhurriedly, sinking to lick his way along her spine and then nibble at her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her then, cupping her breasts with both hands and squeezing lightly, his chest pressed against her back.
"You should see yourself now, Kreshen.." he almost purred into her ear, hissing softly when his impossibly swollen shaft rubbed against the soft skin of her shapely buttocks.
Her only answer was a soft moan, and when Faramir’s rubbing became too much, she attacked Boromir’s shaft, feeling him tense and shudder under her touch.
With one hand she folded his balls, lightly massaging them, while taking all of his length deep down her throat, concentrating herself on the task, contracting her mouth muscles to make the friction even more pleasurable.
Meanwhile, her other hand was entangled in Faramir’s hair, as if telling him to don’t stop, in an attempt to draw him even closer.
The young man doubtlessly got the hint, for a mere heartbeat later his body was almost glued to hers. One of his hands made its way to reach for her stomach and further down, to settle in between her slightly parted legs, while the other was still squeezing and fondling her breast.
The hands tangled in Kreshen's hair, instead, closed abruptly into tight fists, and in the same moment a loud moan escaped from Boromir's lips. He was shamelessly thrusting his hips forward now, pure pleasure taking control over his features, his whole body starting to tremble and shudder fiercely.
Matching perfectly his movements, Kreshen continued to pleasure him in a regular rhythm.
But mere moments later, she started to moan and pant due to Faramir’s caresses, and parted a little more her legs, to give him better access.
It was then that she understood that Boromir was close to his release, and she increased her pace, moving her head frantically.
It didn't take too long.
Only a few more thrusts and Boromir froze abruptly, each and every muscle tensing, before a violent shudder jolted through his whole body. His eyes shut tight and his head fell backwards again, a deep groan erupting from the back of his throat as all the gathered tension was released in long, powerful gushes of salty liquids.
Faramir had instinctively intensified his ministrations at the sight, and was nibbling enthusiastically at Kreshen's earlobe while keeping on stroking and fondling her, relishing her helpless shudders and the muffled moans coming from her.
When Boromir’s shudders had calmed down, Kreshen let his shaft slip out of her mouth, while it was already softening.
She had swallowed every drop of his essence, and then wiped her mouth with one hand, turning to look at Faramir, kissing him with intensity, knowing that he would have tasted Boromir’s flavour into her mouth.
The young man didn't seem to mind at all, and returned the kiss with eager enthusiasm, while urging her to turn around completely and almost sit on his lap. A still flushed Boromir had sunk onto his knees too, and was now staring at them, unmoving and trying to regain his breath.
A loud moan escaped the girl’s lips when she felt Faramir’s length rubbing against her clit, and she suddenly wrapped her long legs around his hips, giving him a quite clear suggestion of what she wanted him to do.
She was almost dizzy with desire now, her head spinning due to the wonderful things that Faramir had done to her and the enticing sight of Boromir into the vortex of pleasure.
Just as Faramir resumed their fierce kissing, both of his hands settled firmly at her waist. She was light enough for him to be able to shift easily her position and he draw her closer, until her nipples were brushing against the strained muscles of his chest, sending a long shiver running along his spine. He drew back then, their mouths disconnecting, wanting to look straight into her eyes as he lowered her carefully on him. And then it was just warmth, soft gasps and slippery tightness, inch after inch, until he had to close his eyes and moan out loud in sheer pleasure.
Kreshen, too, moaned loudly, looping her arms around his neck, hugging him fiercely as he made love to her.
She let him set their pace, her head was spinning and her breath had become erratic. Now and then, the girl lowered her head to lick and nibble at his earlobe or at his powerful shoulders, pushing backwards onto his massive erection, moaning loudly when she felt him penetrating deep inside of her, meeting each one of his hard thrusts.
By then she was shivering helplessly, and her muscles began to tighten even more around Faramir.
As a good brother would, Boromir thought that it would have been kind of him to offer some assistance to the heavily breathing Faramir. The young man suddenly opened his eyes when he felt his brother's hands over his, at Kreshen's waist.
"Let go of her" Boromir said in a whisper then, a quick, knowing glance enough to make Faramir understand what he had in mind. The younger brother complied straightaway, stopping just in order to lean slightly backwards and prop himself by placing both hands on the ground, relieved of the burden to support them both. At the same time Boromir was keeping her in place by holding her waist firmly, her back rested against his chest, his head bent to lick and bite at the side of her neck.
Unable to wait much longer Faramir resumed his thrusting, slower now, driving himself deep inside of her just to draw back almost completely, eliciting a low groan even to his watching brother.
"Faster, Faramir." he instructed, panting softly, Kreshen's moans and sobs almost driving him insane. Faramir complied at once, moaning loudly, setting an almost frantic pace as his head fell back and his own release neared closer.
 

The girl was lost into a fog of ecstasy. The angle of his entry guaranteed that he reached the very depths of her, filling her totally. Her head was thrown back, resting onto Boromir’s shoulder, and her body surrendered to the older man’s strength, abandoning herself to his embrace.
After a few more good thrusts, a loud groan erupted from the back of her throat, as her orgasm slammed at full force into her. She was aware of Faramir’s wriggling, and understood that he had come,too, but for a long moment, all she could do was to rest her back against Boromir’s chest, completely spent, and try and regain her breath.
Faramir was still sprawled on the ground and panting hard when Boromir stood up, handling him Kreshen as if she was a rag doll, and hastily fastening his leggings without looking at them.
It was folly.
It was insane.
Completely insane, he thought upon realizing how he was actually feeling now that the flush of lust was gone. Betrayed. He was feeling betrayed, no more and no less. Betrayed by Kreshen, though she was Faramir's, though it was his brother's right to enjoy the virtues of that perfect, slender body. It was Faramir's right, and he was in fact the one who shouldn't have been there.
Cursing himself for having such irrational feelings he crouched in front of the fireplace to stir up the fire, suddenly wishing to be leagues and leagues away from that room.
His behaviour had hurt Kreshen, and she knew that Faramir, who knew her all too well, could see it into her eyes.
She was confused, sad and angry at the same time, cursing her foolishness. He had just played with her. All those beautiful and tender words that they had exchanged during that afternoon were all lies. His lies.
And she had believed at his falsehoods, thinking that he had changed. But Boromir would never change. He was a rogue, and just thought to fulfil his basic needs. Faramir had warned her, but still Kreshen hadn’t believed that the one that had held her into his arms for the past nights was just having fun with her.
Without a word, with her eyes bright with unshed tears, she stood up, helping Faramir to do the same, and nearing the bed, settling herself under the covers and sighing softly, staring at the ceiling.
Boromir, too, stood up. He looked at them as Faramir drew her into his arms to cuddle her tenderly, and found himself fighting with the overwhelming urge to scream and take Kreshen away from him. He didn't. He merely walked to the door, and dismissed himself with a polite 'goodnight' before closing the door and lock himself into his room.
Said girl didn’t turn to look at him, but when he was gone, she allowed herself to sob quietly into Faramir’s arms, hiding her face between his neck and shoulder.
It was even worse than she had expected. Boromir was a completely different man.
What a stupid she had been to think he could be tender and affectionate.
Faramir was well aware that she was crying, but he asked nothing. He cradled her into his arms for quite some time, though, offering all the support he could give, as things were slowly becoming very clear to him. And he would have done anything to set them straight.

The next morning, Faramir had gone away to scout the woods with his rangers, and Kreshen had distinctly felt his lips on her forehead. She had opened her eyes and had smiled at him, bidding him a good day.
Soon, she had drifted back to sleep, as if what had occurred the day before had overtired her.
Anyway a few hours later she was there to settle the bed, for she knew that Faramir loved to put everything in order into his room.
Just when she had finished, she neared the window, sitting on the windowsill, her favourite place.
It was a sunny and hot day, but in the courtyard there where but a few people walking unhurriedly towards the palace.
She had nothing else to do but wait for someone to bring her meal and Faramir’s return that evening.
When Boromir exited the palace, clad in his uniform and seemingly quite sullen, he didn't raise his eyes to look at the Tower. He knew that Kreshen was probably at the window, having very little to do, but he had to force himself not to glance in her direction. The guards who were walking towards the mansion stopped, awaiting for his orders. He talked with them for a while, assigning their different tasks, and only when they dismissed he allowed himself to sigh deeply.
There we are, once again. There we are to the old life made of soldiering, family and nothing else. He'd have had to resign himself, eventually, he knew that all too well. He simply wasn't able to do anything else, aside from fighting or taking care of his father and brother, there wasn't place for anything else.
But then why he was feeling so empty?
He stole a quick glance at the Tower before walking back to the palace, and his heart skipped a beat when he caught a glimpse of her, Kreshen, sitting on the windowsill and looking at the world outside her gilded prison.
She was still there when at lunch time someone knocked at her door. Thinking that it was maybe some servant to bring her meal, the girl sighed softly, smartly jumping down the windowsill, putting on her boots.
When she opened the door, the breath was caught in her throat, and she found herself unable to breathe for a moment.
Boromir. What was he doing there?
"I.. brought your meal." he muttered, his eyes meeting hers only for a split second before he entered the room, placing the tray on the table.
Kreshen merely stared at his back while he was settling her lunch on the table. The urge to break down in cry was almost unbearable, but she sighed softly, sending back her tears and walking to him.
“Thank you” she said softly, doing her best to avoid and look directly into his eyes. “I’ve seen you in the courtyard. I thought you were busy”.
"I was." he shrugged, feigning nonchalance despite his inner turmoil. "I have nothing else to do today, and father's not home."
Their eyes met then, but Boromir promptly averted his gaze. How could he blame her if now she hated him? He was behaving like a fool, from the first moment. He didn't even know why he was acting like that, how could he expect Kreshen to understand him?
The girl sighed deeply, lowering her gaze on the floor.
But a split of second later, she looked at him, smiling awkwardly.
“If…if you’re alone why don’t you eat here with me? I’m boring to death confined there…”
"Eat.. here with you?"
He had to admit it, he didn't expect such a proposal. And it was probably for that reason that it pleased him even more.
"I would be glad to." he added, a small smile curving his lips, and his blazing grey eyes unwavering this time.
“Well” she said softly, sitting at one side of the table, and scanning the food on the tray with critical eye.
“You brought food for a whole army” she grinned, raising her eyes to look at him. “I’m not that hungry, you know that? If you aren’t starving we can share what we have there. Otherwise I’ll call a servant to bring you something else”.
Boromir laughed, shaking his head, grateful to her for having somehow eased the tension, and sat at the other side of the table.
"There is no need to call the servants. Sharing what we have here will be more than enough for me."
Especially since I crave nothing else more than your very company, he mentally added, unable to hold back a smile at the thought. Everything seemed perfect again.

Yes, she was good at hiding how she really felt inside.
Angry, used, betrayed, hurt.
There was too much inside of her to be classified. But yet she liked his company. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but she would have acted as a friend to him.
No more nights warmed by the fire of their passion. No more romantic rides outside.
Just two friends and nothing more.
She just had to find a way to bury all the feelings towards him deep inside of her.
They ate in silence, merely glancing at each other every once in a while.
Boromir wasn't certainly going to complain for this. Just the fact that she had asked him to stay over and lunch with her was almost too much. Maybe she didn't hate him, after all. Or maybe she was only doing her duty and acting nicely towards the brother of her owner, he couldn't quite figure out that.
When they had finished, Kreshen stood up, quietly setting the plates and the glasses on the tray, nearing him from a side. Absentmindely, she brushed her hands on his, freezing in place and lowering her eyes to fix into his.
She was craving to put everything aside and just hug him and kissing his breath away. But she was also sure that her eyes showed clearly all of her doubts and fears.
Boromir didn't avert his gaze, and he didn't move. Not even to push aside a stray lock of golden hair hanging mutinously over of his left eye, hindering his view, not even to get closer to her. He could see now, he could see clearly that she was hurt. Possibly angry, and he had never felt that guilty before. He knew it was his fault.
"I don't know why." he said in a whisper, as if that could explain everything. "I don't know."
“There’s no need to explain” she told him quietly, brushing aside the lock of hair and immediately backing away, calling a servant to take the tray away.
When they were again alone, she sighed softly, tiredly running an hand over her face, sitting on the couch.
He didn’t know, all right.
But what was she supposed to do now?
Standing next to the table, arms crossed and a worried expression in his eyes, Boromir was staring steadily at her, though without daring to get closer.
"Do you want me to leave, Kreshen?" he asked suddenly, his tone gentle. "I will, if you wish so. And I would not blame you."
“No, I don’t want it” she said softly, turning to look at him.
“Come here, since we both have nothing to do we could at least…stay together…as friends”.
"As friends?" he repeated, unmoving, yet without averting his eyes. "Did I disappoint you so much? To this extent?"
“And what are we now, Boromir?” she asked, standing up and nearing him, facing him up fiercely.
“What? One moment you are rough and harsh, then you’re sweet and tender, you say all those things to me…and then you’re harsh again, you use me to warm your bed and then you run away! I’m confused, hurt, I’m angry…I don’t know! What do I have to do? I’m human, Boromir!”
"I am human too" Boromir replied promptly, "and this is not any easier for me. I did not mean to hurt you, Kreshen, I don't know what's happening to me, I don't know why I behave like that. I don't know why I do care so much about you when I shouldn't!"
Sighing softly, she just stared at him for a while, as if trying and understand if he was saying the truth.
When she was somewhat convinced, she took hold of his hand, guiding him to the large couch, and forcing him to sit.
Once he was in place, she sat at his side, resting her head on his shoulder, and looking at the fire.
“Relax. Take it easy. And take what will come next. But don’t use me as a toy, for I’ve got an heart, too”.
"Hug me" he whispered in response, his tone almost pleading. "Please.. please Kreshen, I need it, I need you to hold me for a while.. just for a little while."
That little while easily became the whole afternoon. They didn’t talk, nor searched for a more intimate contact. Kreshen just held him tight, stroking his hair now and then.
 

When Faramir came back, Boromir decided to dine with his father, to discuss some political matters, and Kreshen remained with her master.
After dinner, the girl sat on Faramir’s lap, sighing contentedly and massaging affectionately his large shoulders.
"So tell me, how was today? Did you bore yourself? Did you have a good day?" he asked with a smile, returning the favour by caressing her arms and kissing the tip of her nose and then her forehead.
“I bored myself to death” she smiled, her eyes half closed, relishing his sweet cuddles that always felt so good.
“I’m sure that your day had been way to interesting…and I’ve missed you…”
"I've missed you too" Faramir replied softly, "I always miss you when I'm away from home.. very much."
A faint knock at the door interrupted them, and a moment later a quite sulky Boromir peered into the room. "Am I disturbing you?"
"No, come in" Faramir replied with a bright smile, gesturing for him to enter and sit with them. "Is there something wrong, dear brother?"
Boromir shook his head as he neared them, but the pout was still there. "I just need some company. I was feeling alone."
"You aren't. Sit here with us."
Kreshen studied attentively his face, trying to understand what was bothering him, but she failed.
Maybe he just wanted some time with his brother. Alone. From when she was there, they had shared very little time together without her bothering them.
“Do you prefer to stay alone?” she asked then to Faramir, thinking that it was safe to avoid to speak to Boromir, for he seemed very nervous.
"I don't think--"
"Stay" Boromir said then, cutting Faramir short and smiling, ever so faintly. "In fact I was just about to ask you if.. if I am allowed to stay over for the night" he continued, eyeing the other two, and then adding quickly: "Oh, just.. just to sleep. I meant nothing else."
"You don't have to ask, Boromir."
"This is her bedroom, too. That's why I ask."
“What’s happening, Boromir?” she asked, looking straight into his eyes with a worried frown. Then, when she understood that he was still waiting for her answer, she nodded.
“Of course you can stay there…the bed it’s big enough, and this is your home, not mine. From when I’ve been bought you’ve never had time to stay alone with your brother…”
"Thank you." Boromir said, snuggling closer to the other two and chuckling quietly, "And it's happening that.. well, I think I might need a cuddle or two."
"You'll have plenty of them" Faramir chuckled back, exchanging a glance with Kreshen. "Shall we go to bed, then?"
“Of course” she smiled, standing up and giving a light kiss on Boromir’s forehead, before to near the huge bed.
Once there, she took off just her boots, fearing that her real intentions could be misunderstood. She settled herself in the middle of the bed, looking at the other two that were preparing themselves to sleep.
"Are you planning to sleep with your leggings on?" Boromir asked to the girl, while taking off his tunic. "I swear I'll behave even if you'll take them off."
Faramir was just settling himself under the covers, and he couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's words. "Let her do as she pleases." he grinned, glancing at her. "I bet she's still.. upset about what happened yesterday."
"Oh. Scared, you mean?" the other grinned back, while kicking away his own leggings, and then slipping under the heavy covers at Kreshen's right side.
“I prefer to take them up” she smiled, shaking her head.
She didn’t decided which one to embrace, through. For she knew that if she would have slept within Faramir’s arms, Boromir would have been upset.
And the same thing was about Faramir.
So she just stood there, eyeing them curiously, and reaching Boromir’s face to gently brush away a lock of hair.
He immediately snuggled closer in response, smiling, and wrapped his arm around her waist. Faramir, too, dragged himself closer to the girl, urging her to roll onto her side and then embracing her from behind, her back rested against his chest as he nuzzled her neck playfully.
Sighing softly, the girl kissed the tip of Boromir’s nose, looking intensely into those piercing grey eyes.
With one hand she reached Faramir’s head, and stoked his soft hair, but she didn’t avert her eyes.
“Why were you so sulky, before?”
"I think I am in very serious need of affection tonight." he sighed, but the smile was still there. He just stared at her for some moments, saying nothing else, before leaning to close his lips over hers in the sweetest of kisses, his eyes closed and his arm still wrapped tightly around her slim waist. It was so slow and undemanding, so untypical of Boromir, that Faramir had to smile at the sight.
Matching perfectly his tenderness, the girl answered to that kiss, closing her eyes.
When they parted, she had to suppress the desire to cry all of her tears. She was confused, again.
How could he behave so stangely to her? What was to come now? Another of his harsh outbursts?
Sighing softly, she averted his gaze but she didn’t retreat her hand.
“Do not do this to me…please…” she whispered, her tone almost pleading.
Boromir sighed deeply while Faramir was lying quietly on the bed, still holding her tight and yet unmoving, as if sensing that it was something between them two and he didn't have to meddle.
"How do you want me to be, Kreshen?"
“You…you should decide yourself. A moment you’re tender and sweet, and then you’re harsh again. I…I can’t bear it, Boromir. I just…I can’t. I don’t know what are you trying to do but…I don’t deserve it…”
"I know." he stated quietly, slowly retreating his arm as if fearing that she wasn't welcoming that intimate contact at all. Not that it would have surprised him. "I am sorry, Kreshen, this won't happen again. You are.. absolutely right. I'm sorry."
“I don’t like you when you’re cold and distant” she confessed then, reaching his arm to still his movements.
“That…that mean that you aren’t able to…to care for me?”
"I do care for you" he whispered, "I do. It wouldn't be so difficult otherwise, I wouldn't.. feel so stupid. All I seem to be able to do is upset you, or hurt you, or disappoint you, or ruin it all. You are overestimating me."
“No, I’m not” she answered, her voice clear and secure. “You just have to stop to be so hard to yourself. And it’s not true that you are only able to hurt me. That ride in the woods had been really…wonderful. Magical. You should just believe more to your capacities. For I can see clearly that you’re scared…”
"I am not the only one then." Boromir retorted, rasing an eyebrow purposefully. Then he just laid down, resting his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes. He didn't try to draw back his arm this time, the need to keep some sort of connection with her winning over his pride. Just then Faramir allowed himself to raise his head and look at them thoughtfully. Stubborn and blind, that's what they were.