Title: The Mansion
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The soft voices were talking too quietly for Éowyn to make out the words. No point in trying to understand, she thought, and retreated into the mansion of her memories.
But the barely heard voices helped her choose the door today; the library.
Inside it was dark but for a pool of light. In the middle of the light was a large, worn, leather chair and in the middle of the chair was Faramir. On the arms perched their two first born, Boromir and Théodwyn, listening raptly as he read, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”