Characters: Finduilas, Denethor
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In Her Garden
Finduilas breathes in the peace of summer-rain on the cherry-tree...not yet thinking of the walk back.
If she was as light as her breath, climbed a ladder of rain, what would she see...if she travelled out far enough?
The sun like a night fire, the wheel of the milky-way rolling along roads of night...
She hears his footsteps in the grass...he is alone.
He crouches down...brushes wet hair-strands out of her face.
“Will you let me carry you back?” he asks quietly. “It’s eleven o’clock...time for tea.”
She feels the sharp tug of his love...and nods. It still holds her...here.