Day 336: All things will grow with joy

rakshathedemon asked for Faramir interacting with a daughter or grand-daughter.



All things will grow with joy

He was ambushed as he crossed from the stableyard towards the house.

"Grandfather?" A small hand stole into his.

He looked down at his fair-haired gaoler and smiled. "Rían. ‘Tis good to see you, child." He noticed the slight frown on his granddaughter’s face. "What troubles you?"

"I wanted to know which flowers grandmother likes most."

"For her birthday?" Rían nodded. "Well," Faramir thought for a moment, "Grandmother grieves to see flowers cut because they die too swiftly. But mayhap if we speak to the gardeners, they will help you plant a pot with the hyacinths she likes so much."