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Denethor
As each year of his full manhood passed by, his father grew more and more insistent upon his marriage.
Denethor was not keen on marriage. It was partly because he felt he was still young, and partly because he did not wish to take on the responsibility of a family when so much in Gondor demanded his attention. So he answered all his father's attempts with a small smile and occasional humour.
Until one day, when his father suddenly came upon him from behind while he sat and read reports. He squeezed his strong shoulders.
"These are made for a child to ride them." Ecthelion said with a fatherly smile.
Suddenly, a raw desire woke deep within him. A strong urge to have a child; to nurture and watch him or her grow.
Denethor's thoughts turned from Gondor to somewhere far closer.
