Denethor was speaking to his people. "I am sorry to inform you
that...that..." He started to sob and he had to pause to wipe his eyes.
"My wife, Finduilas, has.....has....passed away. He paused for a few
seconds. Harthid, my advisor, was practicing knife
throwing....and.....well...Finduilas was walking by...and..." Denethor
couldn't go on, and a man standing next to Denethor started to comfort him.
The man spoke up, "Denethor is still in shock over this, please forgive
him. Not only was his beloved wife killed, but Harthid fled Gondor out of
shame. Please excuse us, I know you'll understand." The two left and
Denethor leant on the man, his body convulsing with dry sobs.
The people started to look at each other, and you could hear words of disbelief and shock throughout the crowd. The door slammed shut, and the people started to walk home, wondering what would happen to Gondor now that the steward's beloved Finduilas was dead, and his advisor gone.
Inside the doors, Denethor stopped sobbing. "Can they hear me?" he whispered. What had appeared to be Denethor, was Harthid. One of his accomplices had skillfully used some form of paint/makeup on Harthid so that he looked more like Denethor, and kinder than usual. If you looked extremely closely, and if you were observant enough, you could still tell that it was Harthid, but the ordinary person would never notice.
After the man that had supported "Denethor" shook his head, "Denethor" started to laugh. "Those fools fell for it! Hahahahaha!" His accomplices started to laugh too, and one of them spoke up.
"A mixed-breed ruling the pure blood Gondor! That's great!" The man known as Narghik slapped his thigh, chuckling.
Harthid stopped laughing, and the rest of his men instantly stopped too, as Harthid grabbed the man's throat. "Don't ever call me that AGAIN! I may be part mountain man and orc, but I'm NOT a mixed-breed." He looked around. "And if I hear any of you call me that, you won't have a mouth left to say that with. He let Narghik go, and Narghik fell down, whimpering and holding his throat. Harthid looked at him with a sneer on his face, kicked him in the stomach, and left the room.
Finduilas opened her eyes and looked around dazedly. Everything was black and her arms and legs felt strange. She tried to get up, but her arms and legs weren't movingshe couldn't. She looked down at herself stupidly; her eyesight was bleary from sleep and her head was aching for some reason. She realized that she was bound, and suddenly it all came rushing back to her: The Great Hall...Denethor...a strange man coming toward her holding a candlestick....then darkness....and after that she remembered nothing.
TBC
The people started to look at each other, and you could hear words of disbelief and shock throughout the crowd. The door slammed shut, and the people started to walk home, wondering what would happen to Gondor now that the steward's beloved Finduilas was dead, and his advisor gone.
Inside the doors, Denethor stopped sobbing. "Can they hear me?" he whispered. What had appeared to be Denethor, was Harthid. One of his accomplices had skillfully used some form of paint/makeup on Harthid so that he looked more like Denethor, and kinder than usual. If you looked extremely closely, and if you were observant enough, you could still tell that it was Harthid, but the ordinary person would never notice.
After the man that had supported "Denethor" shook his head, "Denethor" started to laugh. "Those fools fell for it! Hahahahaha!" His accomplices started to laugh too, and one of them spoke up.
"A mixed-breed ruling the pure blood Gondor! That's great!" The man known as Narghik slapped his thigh, chuckling.
Harthid stopped laughing, and the rest of his men instantly stopped too, as Harthid grabbed the man's throat. "Don't ever call me that AGAIN! I may be part mountain man and orc, but I'm NOT a mixed-breed." He looked around. "And if I hear any of you call me that, you won't have a mouth left to say that with. He let Narghik go, and Narghik fell down, whimpering and holding his throat. Harthid looked at him with a sneer on his face, kicked him in the stomach, and left the room.
Finduilas opened her eyes and looked around dazedly. Everything was black and her arms and legs felt strange. She tried to get up, but her arms and legs weren't movingshe couldn't. She looked down at herself stupidly; her eyesight was bleary from sleep and her head was aching for some reason. She realized that she was bound, and suddenly it all came rushing back to her: The Great Hall...Denethor...a strange man coming toward her holding a candlestick....then darkness....and after that she remembered nothing.
TBC
