Current mood:	thoughtful
Current music:	The Eagles. Peaceful Easy Feeling.

. . . and I know you wont let me down
Sitting on the balcony with her attention any direction but east, she longed for the sea in the west, but could barely see but a glimmer of it for the mountains. A light tug was felt at the hem of her skirt, and she gently smiled and turned to her youngest. Faramir gazed up at his mother, and from behind his back appeared a white flower, that in its transportation, had become withered and lined. She wryly smiled at his frown, and took the flower and his hand, leading the five year old indoors. Finduilas tiredly sat in a large chair, and pulled her son into her lap, and placed the flower back in his hands. He sat up and placed the flower in his mothers hair, and then returned to her shoulder, with a thumb in his mouth.

“That is a bad habit, that is very hard to break love.” She said tugging at his hand. Faramir frowned, and balled his small hand into a fist, and placed it at his side.

Apart from when she was with her youngest son, Finduilas was quite distant. She dreaded what would come of the renewed strength in Mordor, and continued to ache for her old home. She often thought of leaving, and taking Faramir with her, but she knew in the depth of her mind that Denethor would send someone after her - only her.

“Mummy,” Faramir’s voice rang, “what are you thinking about?” He asked as he fooled with the long necklace she often wore.

Finduilas looked to the window, the late sunlight shone on both their faces, and barely smiled. “I’m not quite sure.” She turned and looked to him, and placed her arm over his waist. “You. Your brother. Your father.” The child’s face grew dark, and he turned himself, facing the direction his mother faced, crossing his arms. Finduilas pulled him close to her and whispered in his ear, “You should not fear, nor hate him, he is your father, alas his love for you is far less than any father should have for his son. That is why you have me; and you will have me for as long as I can hope, and you can dream.” She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and brushed his hair back behind his ears. Faramir returned to a lounging position on his mothers lap, and she smiled, placing her gaze back over the mountains.

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Days passed. She could see her children’s faces as she faded in and out of the darkness. Her will had diminished as she saw Sauron’s fire grow, but she tried as hard as she could to bring herself back for her children. She could hear Denethor “talking” to Faramir in another room in the callous tone he often took with him. She looked to her oldest son, telling him to look after his younger brother, wiping the tears from his cheek.

She sat on a large rock, not far from where she’d found herself awoken, looking out over the sea. Finduilas looked over into the clear water to see her reflection. She looked just as she had remembered, yet felt all the weight she carried had gone. She pulled her bare feet up on the rock, and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“My hope failed young one, but your dreaming has brought me here.” She said aloud as the wind carried her words off and through the trees.