Characters: Faramir, Elboron
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A Time for Everything...
Elboron took in the delicate curve of the oak-sapling against the dark soil.
“How long will it take...before it's grown?”
“A while...” Faramir said. “It is for your descendants to enjoy its shade.
Elboron tasted the word. "What if I don't have any...descendants?”
Faramir smiled and brushed soil off his hands. "If you don't...others will."
He took a sip of ale, and handed the bowl carefully to Elboron
”I never thought I would,” he said...half to himself.
Faramir looked into his son’s grey eyes...seeking the right words.
“Then it didn’t feel like there would ever be...a time for planting.”