For the ‘Celebration’challenge
Disclaimer: My borrowing of Tolkien’s characters are done temporarily and with respect and gratitude at the opportunity to play a bit with them. All rights remain with the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien.
There were fireworks, of course. Even in this war ravaged city, Gandalf had managed. Faramir came to the top of the Tower to see them, alone. Burst after burst, fountains, dragons, wheels within wheels of flame. A celebration for the new king. He felt tears on his face.
“He told me you two always watched fireworks here.” Faramir didn’t turn, not wanting Aragorn to see his grief. Tonight was for joy.
“The last time was the Yule before he left.” He felt Aragorn’s hand on his shoulder as the crown of Eänur, shimmering silver and gold, faded from the sky.