Not my characters. I don't quite remember where the association between Findulias and lavender came from, but from there, it wasn't a big leap... Technically, I'd publish all of these on the twenty-fifth, to go with the holiday, but I figured I'd share the cross-Pratchett-Adams-Tolkien love early this year.
Title: Lavender and Lilac: Reasonably Priced Love
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Denethor/Finduilas implied, otherwise gen.
Summary: For Denethor, spring is a smell.
Warning:(if there are any) Nothing objectionable content-wise, I believe, but if you're familiar with Terry Pratchett's Night Watch, these titles will make a lot more sense than if you're not. 'Tis the season; after all...
Spring was just another season.
Snow melted in Minas Tirith, the rain slackened in Dol Amroth, and yet Sauron's forces fought them in the lenghtening days as surely as they did in the short ones. The warmth brought no release. His sons were still out in the wilderness, in the ruins, and he was still left to wrest what information he could from his councilors and the Palantir.
So, why was he drawn to the garden? Why did the scent of the fresh-bloomed stems of tiny purple flowerlets seem to ease his troubles? It didn't matter. Denethor plucked a sprig.