Another Denethor Drabble. Thank you to Cressida at the LJ community Stewardsarchives for the prompt.
Steel
By Dancingkatz
I see it in the eyes of those who watch. They think I say what I do because I hate you. It's obvious that you think the same.
I don't hate you. I see in you a blade, forged to combat the Darkness.
But a blade must be tempered lest it shatter upon meeting the enemy's weapon. You are too valuable—bright, shining, and beautiful—to risk failing at the first blow. So I temper you with harsh words, hardening you, hoping to make you strong enough to survive whatever you needs must face in this war. Hate me if you must, my son. It will be worth it if you return to me strong and whole.