Characters: Faramir & Éowyn
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Continuing a look at the seasons in the walled garden in Ithilien...
The air itself was indolent; heavy with the scent of summer flowers, too lazy to move, so that it sat over the garden like a warm blanket.
In the borders fat, pollen-laden, bees lumbered from blossom to blossom before they, too, became indolent and dozed in the heat.
Last year Faramir had watched Éowyn lying asleep on the grass, below the shading apple trees, and had imagined the scene that now greeted him. On a white blanket, amongst the tiny white and gold flowers, highlighted by golden light filtered through the leaves, his white lady watched over their golden son.
This final picture of the walled garden at Baddesley Clinton was taken by Colin Sabin.