Characters: Finduilas, Denethor
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
I am sewing, and Denethor sits across from me, engrossed in a book. The only sounds are the crackle of flames and the whisper of paper when he turns a page.
At length, I become aware that Denethor is watching me. “What is that you sew?” he asks curiously. “You seem very intent.”
I glance at him, seemingly casual, though I am unable to hide a smile. “A gown for our child, my lord.”
It is the first time I have ever seen him rendered speechless, but his face, near shining with joy, make a reply better than any words.