Character: Lord Denethor
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s creations… Kortirion’s only borrowing them.
The dark-haired beauty made her low courtesy as protocol demanded; Lord Denethor smiled, repeating her name after the Chamberlain’s whispered prompt. The young lady rose gracefully from her curtsy, retiring to stand beside her peers who all twittered in welcome. Being presented was the first step towards make a good marriage, and – it was assumed – the Steward would eventually choose for his absent sons!
Denethor nodded, though the smile did not reach his eyes, ‘they are nothing besides my Finduilas! She was worthy to sit beside the Steward of Gondor... but I suppose one of them will have to do...’