This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Denethor, Boromir, Faramir
Summary: a night in Minas Tirith
Inspiration:
telperion_fic's essay
Warnings: angst
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted
were_lemur,
sons_of_gondor,
steward_fics My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
By the time he covered the palantir and climbed down from the Tower of Ecthelion, Denethor was exhausted. Tension knotted in his neck until his head throbbed, and after clenching his teeth for long hours, it felt like a heated poker stabbing into the hinge of his jaw.
Before he went to his lonely bedchamber, he stopped by the nursery to check on his sons. He found them both in Boromir's room, curled up together. Gently, he untangled Faramir from his brother to carry him to his own bed.
Faramir wrapped his arms around Denethor's neck. "I love you, Mamma."