The air is crisp and clean and his wife (his wife!) rides with him, and Faramir laughs aloud as she chases after him. Windfola is well named, and they are overtaken swiftly, the race one of joy rather than need.
Still, he almost prefers the slower walk, for they can, at least, speak, this way!
"Then I will weave one for you, as well." He smiles back at her. "Do you know, I was told once that flowers can be used to convey messages all their own? I wish now I had learnt their secret meanings, that I might do so for you."
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Date: 2019-05-29 04:49 am (UTC)Still, he almost prefers the slower walk, for they can, at least, speak, this way!
"Then I will weave one for you, as well." He smiles back at her. "Do you know, I was told once that flowers can be used to convey messages all their own? I wish now I had learnt their secret meanings, that I might do so for you."