Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed
For the "Harvest Moon" challenge.
The moon hung low and red. The evening was unseasonably warm, rich with the scent of apples and dry leaves, so the dancing was in the courtyard rather than the barn. The queen was being twirled around by the blacksmith, while the king partnered young Bergil's great-grandmother. And who ever knew that Faramir could fiddle with such skill?
In the moonlight, all the faces seemed young and full of joy. And so we are, Éowyn thought, pausing to catch her breath, for it was Harvest Home, the granaries were full, and the world was new and full of promise.