13. Flowers from Father
Words: pair, follow, watch
“Bor! Bor! Don’t go so fast!”
“I’m not! You’re just slow!”
To any that cared to watch, it would have been an amusing sight: a pair of young boys, one older than the other, running through the gardens behind the Citadel of Minas Tirith, both struggling to keep enormous bunches of flowers from falling out of their hands, bickering amongst each other at the same time.
But the two sons of the Steward of Gondor had taken care to choose a time when no one would be around to discover their theft of the prized blooms, especially not the gardeners.
Little Faramir struggled to follow his brother.
“Do you think she will like them, Bor?”
“She should do! They’re red, just like the ones Uncle Imrahil gets her.”
“So if we tell her they’re from Father, they won’t fight again?”
“I don’t know, Fara…but I hope so.”
“Me too, Bor.”
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