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.
This drabble refers to the walled garden that I wrote about, with pictures, in an earlier drabble set here.
They had carried her out to the walled garden where the air was heavily scented with flowers and herbs, and settled her comfortably in the thatched shelter in the corner; once so new it was, like her, showing signs of age, she thought.
It had been Éowyn’s study, in the first years, where she had sat with her notebook, trying to remember what Legolas had told her and laying the groundwork for the garden it had now become.
And now, as then, her husband sought her out and sat beside her as they remembered, together, so many summers of peace.