Title:A Sign of Hope
Author's Notes: none
Summary: Faramir encounters Gandalf in his father's garden.
In the sunny seclusion of the Steward's gardens, the old Wizard thoughtfully sat watching the birds searching for unwary insects.
"Am I disturbing you?" asked the young man.
"Not at all, my dear boy, I was thinking how people resemble birds," said Gandalf. "Your father now, reminds me of a hawk, for nothing escapes his attention."
"An apt observation." Faramir seated himself beside his friend. "Which bird do you associate with Boromir?"
"The jay; a colourful and sociable fellow."
Faramir smiled as he watched the handsome bird strut across the lawn. "And what am I, Mithrandir?" he enquired.
"I see you as a swallow, my boy," said the Wizard.
Faramir looked slightly disappointed. The Swallow was a pretty and graceful little bird, but it seemed somewhat insignificant compared with the keen eyed hawk and handsome jay. Still, it was fitting enough for a younger son.
"Why so downcast?" asked Gandalf. "The swallow comes with the springtime as a sign of hope, so what bird could be finer? However long and dark the winter the swallows will always return. Now I must return to the archives." With those enigmatic words, the Wizard rose from the bench leaving Faramir lost in thought.
A/n. Winner MEFA 2009 – Races - Cross Cultural Gondorians