"We could," she agress. "Though I must see what flowers grow in Ithilien first. I would wish to choose one difficult to find, lest I be told of your love only rarely!"
His horse moves close enough again for her to capture Faramir's hand and kiss the fingers, and her lips linger a little on the knuckles. "A rest would do us all good, I am sure. We would not want to tire our horses."
An absurd idea, that a ride of a mere hour or two at gentle pace would tire either of their mounts, both trained for much harder riding than this. Clearly, that is but an excuse.
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Date: 2019-06-02 10:06 pm (UTC)His horse moves close enough again for her to capture Faramir's hand and kiss the fingers, and her lips linger a little on the knuckles. "A rest would do us all good, I am sure. We would not want to tire our horses."
An absurd idea, that a ride of a mere hour or two at gentle pace would tire either of their mounts, both trained for much harder riding than this. Clearly, that is but an excuse.