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Denethor
All his life, he took great pride in how well he kept his expressions under his control. He remained impassive if insults were thrown at him, did not smile when he was praised and did not flush in anger if he was outmanoeuvred by a witty opponent.
It was a skill, even if his father barely understood him for it. Ecthelion was a warmer being, who believed compassion and laughter were the keys for making good and strong alliances.
Then he met Finduilas. He was caught unawares. Sometimes he found himself staring. Other times he found he was robbed both of speech and thought in her presence.
And when there was an attempt at her life to gain the attention of the Steward, Denethor never knew such strong, crippling fear.
It was then he realised, he loved her.
