6. Hard Labour
Sweat trickled down his face and neck; his shirt clung to his skin uncomfortably. Faramir straightened up, grimacing at the pain in his back. It no longer seemed quite such a good idea to spend the day working in the fields.
As a Captain he had fought alongside his men, as Prince of Ithilien, he had a duty to farm alongside them and help them bring in this first harvest. At last they could reap the fruits of peace.
He straightened up and saw Éowyn approach, carrying refreshment for the thirsty workers.
Faramir smiled; he had reaped a rich reward.
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