Character: Éowyn, with mention of Faramir and Elboron
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Author's Note: As we draw into this time of the year my thoughts always seem to turn to Emyn Arnen, and the peaceful life and happy future that Faramir, Éowyn, and the other members of the community created there. A very loose interpretation of the "Apple" challenge.
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree
Scritch-scritch went Faramir's pen. Scritch-scritch. Every now and again he would pause, gaze into the fire, stroke his chin, and begin again.
Scritch-scritch went Elboron's pen. Scritch-scritch. The child was stretched out on his belly in front of the fireplace. Every now and again he would lift his head to see what his father was doing, stroke his chin, and begin again.
Click-clack went Éowyn's needles. Click-clack. In the quiet she studied the faces of those she loved, seeing at once the boy that Faramir had been, and the man that Elboron would become.