Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words
A/N: For the “Earth” challenge. It takes place in a garden, so that should count, right?
The Scents of the Place ~~ annmarwalk
At work in her garden, fingers embedded in warm earth. Eowyn thinks, oddly, about smells.
Edoras: Grassland, horse, dog, peatsmoke. She had been so accustomed to those smells; but now, she wrinkles her nose a bit at the memory, laughing at herself.
Ithilien: new-cut hay, birch trees in bud, the lavender leaves she crushes between her fingers. Her husband: sweat, sunshine on bare skin; the herb-scented soap he loves. She smiles.
Footsteps, and here is Faramir, stretching out on the grass next to her. Reaching over, he nuzzles the back of her neck, murmuring, I love the way you smell.