This is a short monologue that is about Denethor's feelings for Thorongil.
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"And he was called Thorongil"
I never liked the man.
He was a shadowy figure, who prowled the Citadel. He could disappear, like I've watched him do many times. He'll assimilate with the earth; he'll blend in with the shadows of the cities, the green of leaves, and the brown of the fern-brake.
I knew that Thorongil was a friend of Mithrandir.
He would tell my father to be careful and watchful of Saruman the White, who lived in Isengard, our own tower, from when Rohan was Gondorian land. But there his coldness to wizards vanished. He always said to welcome Mithrandir when he came to Minas Tirith. I saw the chums. They were plotting; about what I may never know. But I could sense it.
He stole my father away from me.
I had reclaimed Osgiliath, once the pearl of Gondor. But Thorongil had decimated the Corsairs' fleet. Why hadn't my father praised both of us equally? Hadn't I done my duty? While my father always praised Thorongil, and left me in the dark.
My people loved him.
He was a hero in Gondor's eyes. But he would never rule her, as I was. Did the people of Gondor appreciate me? Did they see me as a good leader? I knew that Thorongil was greatly admired by the soldiers I served with. I kept my distance from the commoners. But Thorongil, he had friends with all of them, rookie and veteran, young and old.
My father picked a total stranger to love, instead of me.
Ecthelion always looked forward to Thorongil's counsel. He never let me speak, and after the corsairs had been defeated, he sent me into Ithilien, as he did not care about me.
I had never been truly loved by my father. I spent most of my childhood with a governess, and then I spent my time alone, reading, or watching what happened in Gondor. I had been shunned almost all my life.
No one knew where Thorongil was from.
He just came out of the shadows of Gondor, no family, he didn't even have a name. The men called him Thorongil, the Eagle of the Star. He was keen-sighted, I must admit, but I had clear sight too. Then he wore that strange star brooch. And that was why Thorongil was called that.
I was told never to vie with Thorongil.
And I didn't. But I'll always remember that dark, sneaky, man, and my hatred for him and Mithrandir will thrive whenever I hear their names. I couldn't wait until Thorongil left for good.
And one day, Thorongil slipped back into the shadows from whence he came.