Finduilas looked at the wall, then at her proud son, who was smudged in all the colours of the rainbow, then back at the wall.
“Faramir!” she exclaimed, aghast, “what is this?”
Faramir smiled blissfully up at his mother. “It’s a mural, Mama. Isn’t it pretty? Look, see, it‘s you and Father and Boromir and me, and the White Tree is blooming!”
Finduilas studied the boy’s beaming face, then looked at the wall again.
“Yes, little one,” she said at length, smiling and ruffling his hair fondly. “It’s lovely.”
At least he’d done it in chalk.
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