fandomhighdorms | Stables - Saturday afternoon

Faramir leaned his shoulder against the open gate of the stables, staring out into the ever lasting downpour. This place made him nervous and he wondered if it was his own unease that had Baru skittish these days or if it was the other way around. Their daily rides across the island had become shorter as Faramir did not bother to linger anywhere. It was foolish, perhaps, to let this weather get to him as much, but he could not help wishing the island would grow tired of this gloomy place already.

"I wonder if this is what it would feel like when the clouds of Mount Doom stretch out across the whole of Gondor," he mused aloud. Not that he expect more of an answer than the sound of Baru chewing on his oats. It was a silly thought as there came no rain from those ash clouds, but he could not shake the feeling that the two would be alike.

[Open stables are open.]