Title: Looking Back
Theme: A river runs through it
Elements: Mering Stream
Author's Notes: I fear I was stumped by this prompt and about to give up until a sudden idea came to me.I fear it is not very inspired, but I didn't want to concede defeat!
Summary: Faramir ponders his ancestor's decision.
Disclaimer – The characters in this story all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Deep in thought, the two men crossed the Mering Stream to return to their own land.
“Alas, that Gondor’s bounds have so shrunk since the days of Elendil!” said Faramir. “Visiting the mound where once he lay has made me think of how vast our realm once was, before the days of Cirion. Should my longfathers have better held fast your realm, my lord?”
Aragorn shook his head. “Master Elrond told me that Cirion granted the Rohirrim an empty land, which availed no man. Look at it now! Behold the fields of wheat and the pastures where the fine horses roam. And where would Gondor be without Rohan and the aid they have sent in times of war? My southern realm would have fallen long ago, had the Riders not come to our aid! Then what of you, my friend? Let not your wife hear you speak thus! Had not Cirion ceded Calenardhon to Eorl, you would still be a lonely bachelor, my friend!”
Faramir laughed. “T’was but a moment of foolishness. Our bonds with Rohan benefit us greatly. I was looking backward to the past when instead I should look to our future, which now is filled with hope.”