A quiet peace
Her golden hair fell below her waist in a loose braid. The sun shone down, setting off the warm tones in her skin. A simple dress was belted at her waist with a leather cord, and on her feet were simple sandals. As she surveyed the grain, she smiled with the knowledge that this harvest would triple their income this year. Finally, they would have enough for the horse she wanted. She looked at Faramir and two small children beside her. From the depths of her eyes burned the contentment of a satisfied woman.
With thanks to Samantha Blythe.
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