Prompt: Deadline
For Quarterhorseranch, who asked for cuddly. I hope this works! :) I love Faramir, and seeing him happy and loved is a good thing. Thank you all for reading. *hug*
The words are not coming to me, and I look out the window to see daylight is fading. Elessar has asked to have my thoughts on this treaty. We meet tomorrow, but my mind is blank.
"Ada!"
I smile at the sound of small feet running and push my chair back in time to catch up my youngest daughter. She throws her arms around me and presses a kiss to my cheek with a loud smack. "Ada!"
"Mmm..." I hold her and smell her hair. "You smell of spring and flowers, Léofwyn."
"Ada, come see!" She wriggles out of my arms and tugs at my hand. "Remember the dead balls Nana planted? They are making flowers!"
"Are they?"
"Yes!" Another tug, this one stronger. "Come and see!"
I cannot resist and so we go see the miracle of spring.
Much later when the candles are lit and my family is asleep, I find I can concentrate and easily write out my thoughts. On my desk, there is a small purple flower, one of those who venture upwards earlier than others. Léofwyn left it there in a small clay jar. She said I needed to bring some outside in with me so that I could think. I touch it and smile. My children are wise, sometimes far wiser than their mother or I. They live and grow in a time of peace, watched over by the king we have only dreamed of for many centuries. My work is important, and I will do all I can to support Elessar.
But the flower reminds me there is more to life than deadlines and treaties. There is the laughter of children, the smile and love of my wife and the beauty of this land.
And those... Those are worth all that we sacrificed.