Day 339: A little piece of The Shire
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rakshathedemon asked for Elderly Pippin and Faramir in Minas Tirith before Pippin's death....Day 339
A little piece of The Shire
"Come on out!" Pippin waved Faramir onto the little sun-warmed terrace where he was transplanting this year’s geranium cuttings into troughs.
Faramir breathed in the comforting scents of damp earth and leaves as he took one of the larger seats set out by a low table. "Your garden looks wonderful – as always!"
Pippin, gathering empty pots, inclined his head in thanks. "’Tis nothing to your gardens across the river – but quite enough for me to potter round in and keep me busy. But enough flower-talk! How is Éowyn? And have they settled on a name yet for your latest grandson?"
