How do they rise up? By Papa Tolkien, Pterry, and D. Adams.
Title: Lavender and Lilac: Truth, Justice, Freedom
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Denethor/Finduilas implied, otherwise gen.
Summary: For Faramir, spring is a color.
Warning:(if there are any) 'Twas is my new favorite word now. The Faramuse wouldn't stay within word-count, otherwise, the little chatterbox... This is the slightly expanded version from the original drabble.
In summer, it was a tangle of green: leaves, mosses, and ferns dominated the landscape. In winter, the grays of the cliffside jutted from beneath churned snow. It was never white for long. By fall, it was brown: mud, tree-trunks, dead leaves, and old blood were all that were to be found. By spring, however, Faramir remembered why this had once been the garden of Gondor. It bloomed fleetingly here, blossoms ripped away and crushed underfoot more than they created fruit, but even the bitterest tangles of bush - twisted back upon themselves and choking their own branches in an effort to escape Arda, - sent out brightest flowers.