Another Denethor Drabble. Thank you to Cressida at the LJ community Stewardsarchives for the prompt.
Stone
By Dancingkatz
I, like my City, was carved and chiseled uncompromisingly into the desired shape. Strong, rigid, unyielding, unmoving. A Citadel indeed, never to be breached. Gates locked, never to be opened. Bastions high and strong, keeping all outside. Then your love, like the trickle of water from the mountain springs, ran over me, softening my sharp edges, smoothing away the harshness left by my creator, seeping past my stony barriers until I cracked, like a stone under the gentle persuasion of persistent drops, and soon the flowers of love were able to bloom, brightening my heart as well as the City streets.