My brother, by Faramir, son of Denethor, aged 6 ¾

Everybody knows my brother Boromir. He’s the hier to the stewardship and will be the greatest steward ever when the time comes, so our father says and so everybody else says so too. And so do I. 

You wouldn’t believe how strong he is. He can lift me up litteraly with one hand. He can wrestle with boys or rather men nearly twice his age and beat them to.  He’s a very powerful swordsman and can shoot well with the great bow, except that when he misses the gold he gets in a terrible temper and says the target is set up wrong, I’m not sure if this is always true but I don’t say so because I know it would only make him angry.

He is always very kind to me and never lets anybody buly me. He doesn’t always like doing the same things as I do and thinks some of them are silly, but I don’t mind this. I don’t like doing all the things he does either.

He lets me share his lessons and sometimes I help him remember things, but we have to be carefull about this in case father finds out. Father thinks Boromir can do everything. Well he can do almost everything.

When we grow up he will be captain General and I shall be his lietenant. Then let the enemy look out!!

My brother, by Boromir, son of Denethor, aged 12

I have a small brother, I say small but he’s quite tall for his age, only skinny which makes me laugh. I call him frog.

He likes to do what I do and I userly let him. He’s not very good at sowrdsmanship yet but he’s coming on thanks to my help. He’s learning to shoot strait gradualy. Not bad considering!

I suppose you have to say he’s clever. Always his nose in a book. He’s good at remembering words and dates and things like that, which can be quite useful at times. I think he’ll be a good counsilor to me when he grows up. Every great warior should have a wise counsilor so my father says.

I have to look after him because our mother made me promise I would, but Id do it anyway. I’m quite fond of him really.