11. Longing for Spring
Aragorn drew his cloak tighter around him, but even the thick wool could not keep out the icy chill of the strong wind that swept down from the mountains. He scowled. The relentless rain of the previous two days had turned into sleet and the ground was covered in half-frozen mud.
"What are you thinking about?" Halbarad asked from the other side of their sorry excuse of a fire.
"What I think about?" Aragorn gave up the futile attempt to light his pipe."Well, I am thinking of grass and sunshine, of periwinkle and daisy. Why do you ask?"*****
A/N: My last result of the instant drabble session from March 26. The words in question: periwinkle, grass, daisy, and sun.
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