They watch the two kings lead their troops down the South-road. Faramir puts his arms around her. As she leans back against him, she feels him sigh.
“Do you miss it?” She half turns to peer up at his face. “Going to war?”
His expression clouds, shadowed by old pains. Then he smiles. “No.” His hold on her tightens. “Do you?”
She looks back at the well-tended fields spread before her, the paddocks filled with foals, the sun-warmed walled herb garden. The happy laughter of their children rises from nearby.
“No.” She is startled by the contentment in her reply.
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