The Treasure Hunter
Let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden, he had said, and she, to his delight, agreed. Amidst his travels he collected seeds and saplings, roots and cuttings, sketching them first in his worn leather journal, carefully noting sun or shade, rocky hillside or misty bog, color and scent and which birds gathered near.
Tucking pouches of seed in the crannies of his saddlebags, swaddling delicate bulbs in gauze and nestling them inside his shirt, close to his heart, he bore these treasures home to lay at his Lady's feet: sunflowers, moonflowers, cloth-of-gold, baby's breath.
For the "Saddlebags" challenge. A gift for Lady Branwyn and Rakshathedemon.