First Love
“This scruffy mongrel?” Denethor asked doubtfully.
“He's been hanging around the stables. He didn't belong to anyone, so we brought him home. We didn't want him startling the horses,” Boromir added reasonably, the well-rehearsed tale flowing smooth as honey.
Faramir kept silent. From the moment he'd seen the dog, this dog, he could think of nothing else. Five copper pennies was such a small price to pay!
The soft nudge of a velvety nose against his palm heartened him. “Don't worry,” Ranger seemed to say. “We were meant for each other, and nothing will keep us apart.”
For the "Velvet" challenge