Author: Linda Hoyland
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Dedicated to cairistiona as a belated birthday gift
Soaked to the skin after a night guarding the Dúnedain village borders against Orc attacks, Aragorn and Halbarad made their weary way homewards. The rain had yielded to a fine spring morning. The newly washed earth smelled fresh. Tight buds had bust forth and opened overnight. The trees sparkled in the morning sunlight.
Carefree children played in the puddles, splashing each other and shrieking with glee.
Aragorn paused and watched them, a smile hovering on his lips. This was what they was fighting for; that trees might blossom and little ones play happily. Such rewards made all the hardships worthwhile.