A Garden of Faramir Drabbles

“I must watch, and wait, and think,” he’d said. He could not have slept if he’d tried.

Faramir sat by the moonlit Window of Sunset, spray misting his face. Today’s news had been grim: Mithrandir’s fall in Moria, Boromir’s fall to the Ring. Grimmer still were the scouts’ reports. Mordor waited, breathless, poised to unleash its fury. Only one small window of grace remained which he must use wisely.

The path through the Window of Sunset led only to death. In the morning, he must send Frodo and Sam through this other window and hope their fate would be kinder.