Rating: G
Summary: Faramir Took receives a gift from Faramir of Ithilien...

O: LIKE AN ORNERY OROMË

Peridoc Brandybuck made his way to the pony paddock where his cousin Faramir stood beside the fence, a grin on his face, and the breeze whipping his dark curls.

“Well, Fam, do I finally get to see this magnificent gift your namefather sent you for your coming-of-age?” asked Perry.

Fam turned with a start. “Hullo, Perry! I’d no idea you’d arrived!”

“We left earlier than we had first planned. Da’s been chaffing to see Uncle Pippin for a while now.” Perry came over, and leaned against the fence as well. “So, now, about that gift…”

Fam gestured towards the stable, where the head groom, Wat, appeared leading a high-stepping pony, brought all the way from Dol Amroth. His coat was a glossy black, save for an arrow-shaped blaze upon his forehead. He was champing at the bit and tossing his head, and it was all Wat could do to keep hold of him. He finally jerked his head hard enough to pull away, and then skittishly trotted around the paddock. He approached the two young hobbits and stood just out of their reach, eyes rolling.

“Spirited, isn’t he?” said Fam smugly.

Perry laughed. “Spirited? I’d call him ‘ornery’!”

“His name is Oromë.”