Drabble: Waiting

[claudia603]

Note: First line is Danachan's. Written for a "First Line" challenge circa 2004. Not really a true drabble.

Faramir knew that it wouldn't be long. Just today, when he had sat in the garden behind the Houses of Healing with Frodo, discussing flowers to the best of either of their limited abilities, he had seen a new spark in the Ringbearer's eyes. Faramir had not dared take his hand. Eowyn's rejection still cut too deep. For now, he was content merely to sit in the pleasant company with one he could love. Both had gone through too much darkness not to take such chances as were offered.