Harvest Moon – Moonstruck
With thanks to Raksha
A tall man stood outlined against the rising harvest moon. A gem adorned his noble brow, and his eyes shone like stars.
Faramir knelt before the man together with a lady with golden hair. She held out a sheaf of ripe corn towards the man.
"Yavanna's blessings be upon you both and our fruitful land!" the stranger said.
Faramir swayed slightly as he came back to himself. Before him lay no fertile meadow, but a corpse strewn battlefield. Only the moon remained
"Are you well, Captain?" Damrod enquired.
"T'was but a moonstruck vision," said Faramir. "Would that it were real!"
He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.Psalm 126.6