Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 100
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.
Faramir stood in the doorway watching the rain. How he hated it as a child! He recalled being unable to play outside with Boromir and cancelled walks and picnics.
He liked rain little better when he became a Ranger. He smiled ruefully at memories of tramping through the mud, soaked to the skin.
Everything had changed, now he farmed here in Ithilien. The raindrops gushing from the heavens were a precious gift sent to nourish his growing crops.
Faramir stepped outside. He lifted up his face to the heavens. As the cool water drenched his skin, he laughed for joy.