Characters/Pairing: Denethor, Original Character
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Summary: Denethor's the eldest son. He's also the third child.
Winter’s frost crusts the white stone. Ecthelion’s firstborn stands with her cloak wrapped tight. Then she goes to the Tree, to break the icicles that threaten to snap dead branches with their weight.
“Leave it, Aerel.”
Her brother stands behind her, arms folded. Always watching.
“’Tis no trouble,” she says.
“It does not matter.” His voice is quiet but stern. Their father’s burden ran off her back like water, she thinks, landed so heavily on Denethor’s yet-unbowed shoulders.
Hers are unbowed, as well. Wordless, she continues: the ice-spike, sharp as a blade in her numbed fingers, melts in her grip.