Characters/Pairing: Denethor, Original Character
Disclaimer: Not mine; for love, not money.
Summary: Because you don't need foresight to acknowledge the inevitable.
To the East, the Shadow’s an ash-smear on the horizon. Hador wishes hard ‘twere only a gathering of storm clouds, but no longer can they deceive themselves: even at a distance, the darkness is weighted, solid and real as flesh.
Beside him, his young Captain stands straight, gazing over the practice field where their men spar, blunt weapons clanging. “Soon,” he says.
“We may thrust and feint all we like, Lieutenant,” says Denethor, fixing sword-steel eyes on Hador before looking upwards. “But ere long, ‘twill be all or none; we shall have to bury our blade to the hilt.”