“Your brother shall go to Imladris,” Denethor said firmly to his younger son. “I have granted him the errand.”
“But, I had the dream several times, Boromir had it but once,” Faramir protested. ”Maybe he dreamed because I told him of my vision.”
“I have decided and will not be gainsaid,” said the Steward, looking at Faramir sharply. If the dream portended what he thought it might, he was not risking this impressionable wizard’s pupil of a son on such a mission. Should the heir to the sword -that -was broken come forth, he feared Faramir’s head would be turned.
This is my first attempt at writing a drabble. The challenge in the "There and Back" community inspired me to try.