Grapple
by dancingkatz
Needs drive us to do that which we would otherwise avoid. The needs of my City, my Country and the duty I was sworn to perform upon the death of my father are the reasons I climb these stairs when I would much rather be seeing to my hounds, or spending time with my sons. A privilege of the Ruling Stewards it is called. Nay, it is a duty, not a privilege, to look into the stone, to focus and bend my mind, to make answer to my will, to force it to show me what I need to see, in order to protect Gondor and all in her. It would be easier to leave it alone, to let it sit in the tower gathering dust for eternity, but better I wrestle with the Enemy than spend the blood of my people too soon and too recklessly.