The first day of spring and, as if commanded by some higher power, the City leaps to life. New green unfurling on the trees, the growing smell, the bright sun warm upon white stone.
She finds him in the archives, half-buried under scrolls and the weight of the past, lost in translation. He blinks like an owl when he sees her. There is dust upon his cheek.
She kisses it away. Soon they are walking again in the garden. It is twenty years to the day since they first saw each other and the world turned from its dark side.
A drabble for munditia, who translated a long text from German to English for me, and requested a sunny drabble about Faramir and Eowyn in return. Thank you for the translation and thank you for permission to post!