Disclaimer(AKA, the stuff we already know): Quite obviously, I don't own these characters. I mean…dude. I'm not THAT much of a genius.

A/N: Aw, see?(: I may write about Boromir a lot, but I DO love Faramir as well. I imagine he'd have been a very nice daddy to little Elboron, as I've tried to capture here.

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The sky was the very image of perfection that day-- not a single cloud blocked one's view of the never ending sea of deep turquoise. On occasion, a thin whisper of wind would blow along the tiny pond's surface, sending tiny ripples in every direction. And on the water's glass surface, a group of ducks drifted peacefully along, enjoying the warm evening several feet from the shoreline. Faramir smiled down at his young son who was clinging anxiously to his sleeve with one hand and clutching a pouch of leftover bread scraps in the other.

"It's alright, 'Boron," Faramir urged gently, leading the boy down to the water's edge. "They can't hurt you from all the way over there." Elboron looked doubtful, however, and refused to release his grip on his father's sleeve. Faramir sighed, sitting down onto the bank and pulling his son into his lap.

"Watch," he insisted, reaching into the pouch for a dried bread crust. With a flick of the wrist, he sent the morsel sailing through the air, nodding in satisfaction as it hit its mark just inches from the pack of ducks. "Now look--look," he guided, pointing across the pond. One of the birds had caught sight of the floating crust and was making its way across the water. It inspected the bread for only a moment and immediately gobbled it down without another thought.

A wide grin passed across Faramir's face as Elboron began to giggle, reaching a grubby hand into the pouch for another piece of crust. "Didn't I tell you, 'Boron?," Faramir laughed, giving his son a hug. "I can assure you that ducks will NEVER use their evil ways to plot against you."