Title: Minas Tirith
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: Also rather AU-ish.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Minas Tirith"
He knows they're coming, knows what they carry. He waits for them at the gates, embraces Boromir proudly. His son has done well.
The Hobbits look frightened, unsure of themselves in a place so much bigger than any they have seen. He sets them at ease, gains their trust. It's easier than he thought it would be.
Frodo comes to him one night, speaks to him quietly, holds it out. A surprise: he'd been sure he would have to steal it.
Denethor closes his fingers over the warm gold Ring triumphantly and smiles benevolently down at Frodo.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: Also rather AU-ish.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Minas Tirith"
He knows they're coming, knows what they carry. He waits for them at the gates, embraces Boromir proudly. His son has done well.
The Hobbits look frightened, unsure of themselves in a place so much bigger than any they have seen. He sets them at ease, gains their trust. It's easier than he thought it would be.
Frodo comes to him one night, speaks to him quietly, holds it out. A surprise: he'd been sure he would have to steal it.
Denethor closes his fingers over the warm gold Ring triumphantly and smiles benevolently down at Frodo.