3. Green Pastures
Green Pastures ("...he makes me lie down in green pastures...")
"Ada?" Elboron pulled up his pony when he saw that his father had stopped at the Gate. "Ada, are you riding in?"
Faramir sat on his horse, looking out over the Pelennor. "Just a moment, my son. A moment is all I ask."
Elboron rode up beside Faramir. "What is it, Ada?"
Faramir smiled at his young son. "It is so green," he said. "I never tire of looking at it."
"It's green back home," said Elboron, unimpressed.
"But there was once a day that I believed these fields would never be green again," said Faramir softly.
Elboron scoffed at such nonsense—even after the dryest summer fields turned green again when the season turned—but chose to say nothing.
Faramir turned to him and ruffled his hair. "You scoff, Elboron, and that does not irritate me. You cannot even imagine what it feels like to believe the world is coming to an end." A moment more, as he allowed himself to soak in the image of daisy dotted verdure, a wistful look upon his face.
And while Elboron eyed his father curiously, Faramir gave a little sigh, and they turned to ride up into the city. Elboron shrugged; his father often said vague things like that. Sighing over verdure, of all things! It was not going anywhere. Perhaps when he was older he would understand.
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