Title: Far Sight
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
Endless destruction, from the Tower to the shores of Dol Amroth.
Minas Tirith razed; Lebennin, the Pelennor, Lamedon put to the torch; Ithilien's forests only empty, desolate fields, its proud trees hewn to the ground and set ablaze.
Belfalas Bay choked with black, stinking ships; the Anduin befouled with bodies: soldiers,rangers,brave common men defending their homes in vain, all in vain.
Denethor tears himself away from the Palantir, despair overwhelming him. So there is no hope, he thinks dully. No hope for Gondor, no hope for my line, my sons. I am glad Finduilas was spared this.