Story excerpt 2

This is from a story I was doing about the childhood of Faramir from The Lord of the Rings.

Faramir laughed and bounced on Boromir’s shoulders. Finduilas called down:
“Boromir, be careful! Don’t let him fall!”
“I won’t, mother,” said Boromir. He was six years old, but he was taller, sturdier and smarter than was usual at his age. He walked down as Faramir laughed merrily on his shoulders.
“Look, brother,” said Boromir. “It is an orc. We must kill it.” Boromir took his wooden sword and slashed at the pile of boxes. Faramir giggled and drooled.
Boromir stopped and sighed. “Faramir,” he said in an exasperated tone. “Warriors do not need to be drooled on.” He took his little brother down and wiped Faramir’s mouth and his own hair.
“Come on,” he said. “The orc isn’t dead yet.” He put Faramir down and slashed at the orc until it fell with a crash.
Boromir heard his mother again. “Boromir!” she called. “Are you all right! Is Faramir hurt.” Faramir put his hands in the air and called “Mama!”
“He’s fine, mother,” said Boromir.
“Do be careful!” said Finduilas. “He’s only a year old.”
”We’re just killing orcs, mother,” said Boromir. He picked up Faramir and put him back on his shoulders. He galloped down the corridor while Faramir squealed in delight.
“Giddy-up, giddy-up,” said Boromir, while Faramir bounced up and down. “Little brother, are you riding a horse? Come on, giddy-up!”
Finduilas watched,wringing her hands as her sons “rode” down and out of her sight. Denethor came beside her.
“Oh, Denethor, I’m afraid he’ll get hurt.”
”Who? Faramir?”
“Yes. He’s so little.”
“Nonsense. The fresh air and exercise will do him good. No need to worry, I’m sure.”
“But he’s not as strong as Boromir.”
“Of course he is. He’s just as strong as Boromir was when he was that small.”
“I don’t know, Denethor.”
“He’ll be fine, dear,” said Denethor. “Boromir will take good care of him.”

“Here, you nasty orc, you can’t take my brother.”
Faramir, sitting in the arms of a pile of boxes, clapped his hands and watched as his brother killed the boxes in his defense. Boromir reached up and got him down.
”Are you all right, Faramir?”
Faramir babbled and drooled.
“I guess so,” said Boromir. “Come on, there might be more of them. Let’s go to the stables.”
Boromir put Faramir on his shoulders again, and went down the road, killing imaginary orcs with his mighty blade of wood. They reached the massive stables, and Boromir took Faramir down again, and they walked past the stalls, until they stopped at one, where a large grey stallion grunted at them.
“See Faramir? This is a horse,” said Boromir, and moved a box over to stand on, so Faramir could see the massive beast.
“Gogoo,” said Faramir seriously, as he put his hand on the mighty flank of the horse.
“No, 'horse',” said Boromir.
“Baga,” said Faramir.
“Horse!” said Boromir.
Faramir began babbling away, and petting the horse.
“Won’t you ever learn?” asked Boromir. “Come on, it’s nap time for you.”