Author's Note: Written for a challenge Cressida gave me ages ago. I only got down to writing it now, and it feels good. :) The challenge was "Silver." Thanks for the prompt, Cress! :)
ReturnFaramir walks up to the Citadel in the dark; the walls on both sides of the street have lost, for a time, their proud white sheen. All is hushed, all is quiet; the night has taken a firm hold here.
But as he steps out into a wider passage, a gust of wind blows the clouds aside, and he suddenly stands wrapped in the fine threads that the fair Ithil casts on him.
And he walks and walks, enchanted, enthralled, as the dim, soft glimmer of the white walls joins in the silver music of the moonlight, welcoming him home.