Warnings: Character death (offscreen)
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Author's Note: For the “Endings” challenge. A slightly longer version appears in Mag’s journal.. Thanks, mods, for
I should have known by the quiet. That hour of the day, there should have been high spirits, chattering laughter: tea, for those awakening; ale, for others whose labors were done. That day, voices were subdued; faces turned toward me hesitantly, then glanced quickly away. They all knew how I adored their captain.
When Faramir came, face grey with sorrow, he did not have to say one more word than, Mag... I turned away.
Hard work is the best cure for grief, so they say. Pies, cakes, hearty stews, tender roasts: the Guard spoke of it long afterward, wonderingly.