Disclaimer: obviously I don't own any of Tolkien's characters (darn!).
A/n: this is basically my first fic, and I am finally posting the first
chapter! Sorry if this first part is short, but the next part didn't quite
fit the way I wanted.anyway. It's slightly deviated from the lovely
timeline in the back of RotK, but I needed to change it to fit my story!
REVIEW or else I shall.do something drastic, yesssssss.flames will be used
to warm my frozen fingers as it is rather cold outside!
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Chapter One: Heavy Is My Heart This Night
A chill wind blew fiercely, sending leaves and other debris into the streets of Gondor. Rain and hail pounded on the roofs of the city. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the sole figure with the mind, or the foolishness, to be out in such weather, revealing the worry and apprehension in his eyes.
"Has there been any change?" the brown-haired man questioned, stepping inside.
"No, my lord. I am afraid it will be quite some time before the child is born," the nurse answered.
The man sighed and began to pace the hall. Many hours later, the nurse returned.
"The lady requests your presence, my lord."
The man quickly rose from the bench on which he had been sitting, and, wordlessly, rushed to be at his wife's side.
"Denethor." Finduilas murmured as he took her hand.
"Finduilas, my love," Denethor began.
"Denethor, something isn't right." Finduilas interrupted. Denethor looked at her worriedly.
"What is wrong?" he asked, fear evident in his voice.
"I am not sure. It feels as though too much time has gone by." Finduilas closed her eyes.
"I don't understand," Denethor whispered. Finduilas was silent.
"Lord, I am afraid I must ask you to leave," the nurse said. Denethor nodded slowly.
"I love you," he said softly, kissing his wife's hand before leaving reluctantly.
The rain began to lighten up some, and a few stars peaked out through a tiny gap in the clouds.
"Lord." A voice broke Denethor's trance. He looked up.
"You have a son," the nurse informed. Denethor smiled slightly. "He is not breathing well on his own yet, but he should be fine soon." A sudden wave of fear and panic swept over Denethor as he remembered his wife's words.
"Finduilas?" he asked. The nurse averted her eyes.
"The birth was very hard on her."
Denethor did not wait for her to finish.
"I must see her," he stated, already running toward his wife's room.
"Finduilas!"
'Denethor.' The word formed on her lips, but no sound escaped them.
"Finduilas, love, don't go!" Denethor pleaded.
"D'n'thor, I am dying." Finduilas's voice was barely audible.
"Do not say such things!"
"D'n'thor." Tears slid down Denethor's cheeks as held tightly onto Finduilas's hand.
"No.! Finduilas."
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Chapter One: Heavy Is My Heart This Night
A chill wind blew fiercely, sending leaves and other debris into the streets of Gondor. Rain and hail pounded on the roofs of the city. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the sole figure with the mind, or the foolishness, to be out in such weather, revealing the worry and apprehension in his eyes.
"Has there been any change?" the brown-haired man questioned, stepping inside.
"No, my lord. I am afraid it will be quite some time before the child is born," the nurse answered.
The man sighed and began to pace the hall. Many hours later, the nurse returned.
"The lady requests your presence, my lord."
The man quickly rose from the bench on which he had been sitting, and, wordlessly, rushed to be at his wife's side.
"Denethor." Finduilas murmured as he took her hand.
"Finduilas, my love," Denethor began.
"Denethor, something isn't right." Finduilas interrupted. Denethor looked at her worriedly.
"What is wrong?" he asked, fear evident in his voice.
"I am not sure. It feels as though too much time has gone by." Finduilas closed her eyes.
"I don't understand," Denethor whispered. Finduilas was silent.
"Lord, I am afraid I must ask you to leave," the nurse said. Denethor nodded slowly.
"I love you," he said softly, kissing his wife's hand before leaving reluctantly.
The rain began to lighten up some, and a few stars peaked out through a tiny gap in the clouds.
"Lord." A voice broke Denethor's trance. He looked up.
"You have a son," the nurse informed. Denethor smiled slightly. "He is not breathing well on his own yet, but he should be fine soon." A sudden wave of fear and panic swept over Denethor as he remembered his wife's words.
"Finduilas?" he asked. The nurse averted her eyes.
"The birth was very hard on her."
Denethor did not wait for her to finish.
"I must see her," he stated, already running toward his wife's room.
"Finduilas!"
'Denethor.' The word formed on her lips, but no sound escaped them.
"Finduilas, love, don't go!" Denethor pleaded.
"D'n'thor, I am dying." Finduilas's voice was barely audible.
"Do not say such things!"
"D'n'thor." Tears slid down Denethor's cheeks as held tightly onto Finduilas's hand.
"No.! Finduilas."