The King and Queen had retired to their chamber. A few of the labourers lingered to savour another mug of cider and sing slightly tipsy songs in praise of Yavanna.
Arm in arm, Faramir and Éowyn strolled past the freshly harvested cornfields and into the orchards, where the trees were laden with almost ripe fruit.
Faramir looked up at the harvest moon and tenderly kissed his wife.
"How blessed I am!" he exclaimed. "I have you and our children. Our lord is most gracious while our land is fruitful and at peace. All I ever dreamed has come to pass."
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