Characters: Denethor, Boromir/Theodred implied
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
He never meant to spy on them, but sometimes their images appear, unbidden, drawn from his deepest thoughts.
Faramir, gnawing on his fingernail as he studies a map, sandstone walls behind him glowing soft in the firelight, safe in his outpost at Henneth-Annun.
Boromir, groaning, crying out – injured? In danger? But no, that is not pain contorting his face, and his companion – ah, of course. Shocking, at first, though long-suspected, and ultimately useful. Whispered vows of love and fealty would endure much longer than ink on a page.
Satisfied, for the moment, Denethor turns away from the Palantir.