AN:  For Alexis, who asked for Boromir, Faramir and Elboron.

I try not to see him as my brother reborn: to live for another is a burden no child should bear.  Still, it is Boromir who smiles down at me from the top of the tree he was forbidden to climb; who weeps fierce tears and refuses all comfort when his pony dies; who struggles determinedly, struggles until his hands are rubbed blister-raw, to master the sword; who ventures, shaking, into the darkened tomb of his fathers; who pets his little sister when she cries and offers her all his best-loved toys.  Impudent, fierce, determined, brave, loving Boromir… and Elboron.