Characters: Faramir, Aragorn, OFC
Source: Post Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote the original, Kortirion’s just riffing on his ideas.
Minas Tirith’s markets were thriving, not for many years had he seen such exotic produce. Oranges, lemons, strange, scabby-looking fruit sprouting glaucous leaves... sharply tipped he found, when handling one carelessly!
The trader snatched it away, before realising the ‘m’lord’ had money to spend, despite his dusty Ranger’s coat. He split one for Faramir to inhale the sharp-sweetness, then took a machete, hacking great, green pods apart, down to nuts… surprisingly, filled with liquid; dextrously he chopped scabby fruit, poured nut juice and topped the mug with clear liquid from a bottle.
“Southern Seas nectar, m’lord,” he said, “You buy?”
Much later that evening, Aragorn heard singing from behind the walls of Lady Findulas’ secret garden. He recognised the voices, and the sad, little ballad.
Sprawled on the bench were his Steward and... he smiled ...the spy-master I inherited from Denethor? The palace knew her as The Amah, former guardian of Denethor’s young sons, Aragorn knew her from long before.
The two had drunk heavily…
“...will you go, lassie, go...”
Amah stood abruptly, “A toast... Into the West!”
Aragorn caught her as she slid down.
“We saved you some rum!” She smiled sadly, sighed, “...for we’ll not go, laddie... shall we...?”