Challenge: Writing: Note
Summary: Turn the page…
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Éowyn
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
Éowyn has never seen so many books. The Steward’s library holds the knowledge of ages, redolent of ink, oil and leather. She reaches for one, glances at her betrothed, who smiles permission.
Its cover opens upon graceful gold script. “So beautiful,” she murmurs, but frowns. “So many! Have you forgotten so much?”
Faramir thinks of all his years forcing field reports into notes pigeons could carry, while memory’s storehouse opened wide: kitchen for what sustains men, laundry for discipline, library for orders. The mausoleum for casualties. The slaughterhouse for tactics.
That garden of buried horrors…
“Not nearly enough,” he answers.