5. First Fruit
The old orchard had suffered long years of neglect when no man had dared prune the trees. Dead branches lay entangled with sharp brambles and weeds on what once had been carefully tended grass.
Faramir sighed. Ithilien had once been fair, but now it seemed a desolate place to build a home. The land had been neglected for so long. Could it ever again be fruitful?
Then he saw it: a huge single apple growing from one of the gnarled trees
Faramir smiled and carefully harvested the apple. Yavanna had given her blessing; this was the first fruit of many.
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