Boromir felt warm, though whether from the alcohol or the fire burning in the hearth, he couldn't say. He would have welcomed the oblivion that followed inebriation, maybe even drink a little more to help him on his way--

Until Faramir's voice pulled him from the reaches of his daze. It took considerable effort for him to lift his head from his arms, his eyes unfocused and bleary. Then they came upon on his brother's face, and he drew in a sharp breath.

"I cannot be awake," he muttered. "You are a dream."