1. Finduilas Drabbles
IN HER GARDEN
Finduilas breathes in the peace of summer-rain on the cherry-tree...not yet thinking of the walk back.
If she was as light as her breath and climbed a ladder of rain, what would she see...if she travelled out far enough?
The sun like a night fire, the wheel of the milky-way rolling along roads of night...
She hears his footsteps on the grass...he is alone.
He crouches down...brushes wet hair-strands out of her face.
"Will you let me carry you back?" he asks quietly. "It's eleven o'clock...time for tea."
She feels the sharp tug of his love...and nods. It still holds her...here.
SUNLIGHT SPILLING LIKE HONEY
Finduilas slides her hand into the sunlight spilling like honey over ale, milk, bread and strawberries. For the first time in a while she has joined her sons for the first meal of the day. The boys watch her over their bowls...with tentative delight.
She wants to see those eyes fill with colours and skies; share in their mapping of the world - with the hues of the new. Wants to see the sea dance in them, as salt wave-spray wet their faces.
Not again withdraw...to her narrow bed in the silent room...enfolded by the dark span of the ceiling.
Finduilas folds her hands around the steaming tea-cup, eyeing Faramir who is staring at a blank sheet of paper with a faraway expression. After a while he looks up at her briefly, intensely, and starts drawing.
Finduilas leans her face into the steam and closes her eyes; lingering out and condensing the moment of harmony.
When Faramir has left the room she holds up his drawing: a sun, a cup, blue steam and...She looks closer, her hand shaking a little.
The outline of a face in the climbing column of tinted steam, but faint...like it is evaporating in the sunlight.
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