Imrahil

It was often said that the man and his wife completed each other. Some were like fire and water and others were like two fish swimming in the calm sea.

Denethor and Finduilas were as different as night and day. Denethor was solemn, calm and reserved. Finduilas was happy, joyous and outspoken. Yet they rarely fought and more often than not, Denethor bent to his wife's wishes.

"She gentled him," Ecthelion said more than once while he looked on his son and wife with pride.

When Finduilas passed away, Denethor encased himself within his study, refusing to speak to anyone. He only emerged when it was time for the funeral. When Imrahil met his eyes, he nearly recoiled.

Where he once saw warmth like the embers of a slow burning fire, there was now a fortress made from solid ice.