Through the Seeing Stone (Sauron) (January 3010)
Oct 4, 2017 11:43:46 GMT -5
Post by DENNY on Oct 4, 2017 11:43:46 GMT -5
Once, it had been only brief glances into the upper chamber of the tower. A curiosity. An urge. A fascination of history and strategy. None had dared to do so until Denethor II, Son of Ecthelion became Steward.
The Lord Denethor, Ruling Steward of Gondor, had not chanced to look into the Anor-stone until after his father’s death. He thought to use it, once or twice, to keep record on that Grey Wizard. And Thorongil, the future claimant of the rule of Gondor. Thorongil… the man, known to others as Aragorn, was a descendant of Isildur, and his brother Anarion. His line came from Firiel, daughter of Anarion, who had been slain at the foot of Barad-dur.
The north people were not fit to rule. They had fallen long ago, and were a wandering nation. There was no nobility left in that blood. Even further, this Aragorn was a descendant of Anarion through the female line. Only a male line descendent had the right to claim the throne, and there were none remaining. Denethor himself was the true Ruler of Gondor. And the true Avenger of the enemy.
All his days, Denethor would serve Gondor as Steward with the white staff at his side. The seeing-stone had become a great advantage, and he wondered that none of the Stewards before him had the bravery to look into it. From it, the man could not only see the goings and comings of the North Kingdom and Aragorn, but also the goings and comings of Gondor, itself. It had saved him many a chance of loss at battle. With the Palantir and strategy, Gondor still had the upper hand.
The man’s face was grim and resolute as he looked from the tower window across the plains of Pelennor. All these long years, the Stewards had sat at the foot of the great empty throne. A black chair in the Tower Hall. For all his effort and ruling of Gondor, he would only be known as a Steward. Not a King, but a Steward. A caretaker of the kingdom, a servant of the King.
The orb, uncovered behind him, gave him a sense of uneasiness at times. By using it, he became aware of many things happening in Gondor. Yet he had lately felt something else from the stone. Something was attempting to draw his gaze as he looked into it. The Steward was confident and as the rightful Steward and user, he could control the vision it gave him. It was as if another though was drawing him. He feared the Ithil-stone, which was rumored to have fallen into the hands of the enemy. It was a grim thought. The man turned to the stone behind him, feeling that there was something else drawing his gaze, and unable to look away.
The Lord Denethor, Ruling Steward of Gondor, had not chanced to look into the Anor-stone until after his father’s death. He thought to use it, once or twice, to keep record on that Grey Wizard. And Thorongil, the future claimant of the rule of Gondor. Thorongil… the man, known to others as Aragorn, was a descendant of Isildur, and his brother Anarion. His line came from Firiel, daughter of Anarion, who had been slain at the foot of Barad-dur.
The north people were not fit to rule. They had fallen long ago, and were a wandering nation. There was no nobility left in that blood. Even further, this Aragorn was a descendant of Anarion through the female line. Only a male line descendent had the right to claim the throne, and there were none remaining. Denethor himself was the true Ruler of Gondor. And the true Avenger of the enemy.
All his days, Denethor would serve Gondor as Steward with the white staff at his side. The seeing-stone had become a great advantage, and he wondered that none of the Stewards before him had the bravery to look into it. From it, the man could not only see the goings and comings of the North Kingdom and Aragorn, but also the goings and comings of Gondor, itself. It had saved him many a chance of loss at battle. With the Palantir and strategy, Gondor still had the upper hand.
The man’s face was grim and resolute as he looked from the tower window across the plains of Pelennor. All these long years, the Stewards had sat at the foot of the great empty throne. A black chair in the Tower Hall. For all his effort and ruling of Gondor, he would only be known as a Steward. Not a King, but a Steward. A caretaker of the kingdom, a servant of the King.
The orb, uncovered behind him, gave him a sense of uneasiness at times. By using it, he became aware of many things happening in Gondor. Yet he had lately felt something else from the stone. Something was attempting to draw his gaze as he looked into it. The Steward was confident and as the rightful Steward and user, he could control the vision it gave him. It was as if another though was drawing him. He feared the Ithil-stone, which was rumored to have fallen into the hands of the enemy. It was a grim thought. The man turned to the stone behind him, feeling that there was something else drawing his gaze, and unable to look away.
