Through the Seeing Stone (Sauron) (January 3010)
Nov 19, 2017 13:26:31 GMT -5
Post by DENNY on Nov 19, 2017 13:26:31 GMT -5
“Well?”
The Dark Lord's hand was outstretched, and Denethor looked to it in awe. A bargain? A deal? Would they work together to bring down Thorongil and the Grey Wizard? Perhaps it was so, but perhaps this was also a trick, for Sauron's forces had always been malicious. He would not stop until he had all the power truly, and that meant until his hand was outstretched over Gondor.
Denethor did not put great faith in his ministers and counselors. He had no need of them truly, for the man's long life and knowledge surpassed that of the others who kept to his halls. He was an independent leader. He had never sought to work with another… hand in hand, lest it fulfilled his own purposes.
The man began to feel the fear and weakness diminish within him. Even as it passed from him he stood up straighter. He was already of a great line. The greatest still remaining in Arda. And he had two sons who would continue his line long after him. He already had the power and authority that came with his name and lineage, and needed not else.
“No.”
His hand was firm at his side, and he stood to his full and noble height. “I would not make bargains with an exile such as yourself,” he stated, his voice deep and commanding. As he did so, his eyes were drawn away from the shining light of the man in front of him, and he looked away. His hands released the Palantir before him. Suddenly the room lightened and he was looking once more upon the white stone walls within the tower of Ecthelion.
A bit shaken, the man quickly covered the stone. It seemed that the uneasiness dimmed, and the bright light shone in through the tower window. Denethor looked once more through the opening. He heard the bells chiming in the city below, and he left the chamber, closing the door behind him and descending the long, winding flight of stairs back to the seventh tier where his son's were waiting.
The Dark Lord's hand was outstretched, and Denethor looked to it in awe. A bargain? A deal? Would they work together to bring down Thorongil and the Grey Wizard? Perhaps it was so, but perhaps this was also a trick, for Sauron's forces had always been malicious. He would not stop until he had all the power truly, and that meant until his hand was outstretched over Gondor.
Denethor did not put great faith in his ministers and counselors. He had no need of them truly, for the man's long life and knowledge surpassed that of the others who kept to his halls. He was an independent leader. He had never sought to work with another… hand in hand, lest it fulfilled his own purposes.
The man began to feel the fear and weakness diminish within him. Even as it passed from him he stood up straighter. He was already of a great line. The greatest still remaining in Arda. And he had two sons who would continue his line long after him. He already had the power and authority that came with his name and lineage, and needed not else.
“No.”
His hand was firm at his side, and he stood to his full and noble height. “I would not make bargains with an exile such as yourself,” he stated, his voice deep and commanding. As he did so, his eyes were drawn away from the shining light of the man in front of him, and he looked away. His hands released the Palantir before him. Suddenly the room lightened and he was looking once more upon the white stone walls within the tower of Ecthelion.
A bit shaken, the man quickly covered the stone. It seemed that the uneasiness dimmed, and the bright light shone in through the tower window. Denethor looked once more through the opening. He heard the bells chiming in the city below, and he left the chamber, closing the door behind him and descending the long, winding flight of stairs back to the seventh tier where his son's were waiting.
