Disclaimer: Denethor and other characters, places, etc. from Lord of the Rings aren't mine. They belong to Tolkien. as for the rest, they're mine. By the way. The intro of this thing is in my gallery on side7. e of my other Denethor-fic. Though, I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless!
The adventurers of Middle-Earth Part one: when bunny-orcs find you and decide you're boringDenethor and his companion, the all-seeing orb formally known as Palantír, were happily packing their things. Meaning, Denethor was packing his things and the orb was looking out the window, humming to itself (as far as it is possible for an orb with no face to hum at all). When the steward was finished, he picked up the Palantír, stuffed it in a leather carrying case and skipped merrily out the door.
The strange look he got from Faramir made him even happier. The look on the face of his oldest son, when the youngest would tell him what his father had been doing, would be priceless. To bad he wouldn't be around to see it, being otherwise engaged. Denethor smiled, as he and his companion made their way to the stables. Denethor saddled his horse (Usually, he would let a servant do that, but now the point was to stay unnoticed.), checked his luggage to see if nothing was missing, and rode off into the sunset. He had an entire day in front of him, and he felt liberated.
After an hour's ride or so, the Palantír was beginning to get bored.
' Say, steward-fellow, how's about lunch, hmmm?' It whispered. The Steward sighed.
' Stop calling me steward-fellow. I have a name… Denethor, son of Ecthelion, steward of Gondor.' Denethor said proudly. The Palantír seemed to ponder on this a bit.
' Well, all right, Denethor, son of Ecthelion, steward of Gondor. Say, Denethor, son of Ecthelion, steward of Gondor, I have a question. That is, if Denethor, son of Ec…'
' You've' made your point.' The Steward said, rather agitated. This orb was being to smug for its own good.' From now on, call me Denethor. Just, Denethor.'
' All right, Just Denethor, if you like.' The orb answered with enthusiasm. The Steward sighed once more, and rode on.
Three hours later.
' Ehm, lunch anyone?'
The Steward halted, and looked down to face the orb. (Which was difficult enough, if you realise the orb doesn't have a face, at all!)
' Now you listen, and listen good. We've only been riding for three hours, and it isn't even near lunch-time. We've had a short pause ten minutes ago, and already you're whining about another one. I've had it! I'm going back!' He turned his horse, but the Palantír was panicking now.
' Wait! Wait! I'm sorry, I'll be a good little sphere and be quiet, but please don't go back! It's so dull back there!'
Denethor had to agree on that point. Even the east had done nothing for quite a while. Boredom was all around. Denethor needed this outing as much as his companion did. Fact was, he really didn't want to go back. So they turned round again, and continued on their way. The Palantír kept its word, and was quiet for the rest of the way, until Denethor thought it was time for lunch. (Which wasn't for another three hours, mind you!)
' So, where are we going, exactly. Where does one find an adventure?' The steward asked the orb, while chewing happily on a piece of bread.
The Palantír thought awhile, then answered in the negative.
' I don't know. It is said that adventures have this strange habit of showing up at random. Maybe there's one right around the corner, maybe not. Who knows, really?'
The steward stopped chewing, and gazed at the orb in wonder.
' You mean, there may not be an adventure at all? That this may be just a ride in the country?' Denethor said, with a disappointed look on his face. The orb felt sorry for him, and decide to do his best to cheer him up.
' Don't worry, steward, I'm sure something will come up eventually. This is a good day for an adventure! Can't you feel the excitement? There's something brewing, that's' for sure.'
Denethor felt relieved somewhat. After lunch, they rode on, till they reached a part of the mountains that was new to them. And to a crack in the wall, that had gone unnoticed for centuries. But, of course, our two travellers don't know that. Denethor got off of his horse, checked to see if the Palantír was safely strapped in and walked into the slim opening. What was inside turned out to be amazing, and the steward and his companion held their breaths in awe.
