Characters: Faramir, Boromir
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien.
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
The track’s an axe-grey ribbon of water between the trees. The moon is caught in the fingertips of the branches above them. Almost perfectly round, with just a thin patch of earth-smudge across the top of its forehead, like a hat pushed too far forward.
Boromir stops his horse and looks down. The moon looks back at him; surface rippled, outline uneven, as if drawn by an unsteady hand.
“One eye watching from above...another from below,” says Faramir.
“A white flower admiring itself,” says Boromir.
He urges the horse forward. The reflection breaks apart in tiny flecks of moon-crystal...and night-sky.