Hope Springs (Drabble Project, Day 91)
Apr. 1st, 2012 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurLord of the Rings, Faramir, all ages, not mine. Even in the ruins of Osgiliath, life exists.
They've stopped the orcs for now, but Faramir knows it's only a matter of time before another attack. He sags against the ancient stone wall, conserving his strength for the inevitable, and stares without seeing at the ruins of Osgiliath.
He's not looking at anything; perhaps that's why the tiny spot of green catches his eye. He stares at it for a moment, then pushes himself off the wall that's holding him up and goes closer. Kneels for a better look.
There, in a crack in the stones, a few blades of grass have sprung, defying the devastation surrounding them.
They've stopped the orcs for now, but Faramir knows it's only a matter of time before another attack. He sags against the ancient stone wall, conserving his strength for the inevitable, and stares without seeing at the ruins of Osgiliath.
He's not looking at anything; perhaps that's why the tiny spot of green catches his eye. He stares at it for a moment, then pushes himself off the wall that's holding him up and goes closer. Kneels for a better look.
There, in a crack in the stones, a few blades of grass have sprung, defying the devastation surrounding them.
