Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. Called brave, just, righteous- ridiculous! You knew better and saw the Steward as the cowardly pig he was. Your hand now rested on the hilt of your sword, your other fist clenched and your eyes narrowed in anger. You watched as Faramir, the man you had secretly fallen for, lowered his head in poorly hidden anguish as his own father proclaimed he wish Faramir had died instead of his other son, Boromir. You followed him out of the throne room, disobeying the orders of the Steward behind you, and onto the balcony a few corridors away. You reached out your hand and laid it on his shoulder and he turned to look sadly at you, the smile you loved long gone from his face.

"He could not be more of a fool. You are the greatest man I have ever gained the privilege to know and your life is worth so much more than what your unreasonable father thinks."

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug and he leaned his head against your shoulder, softly crying into your shirt as you just held him, wondering what kind of awful father could ever have the heart to cause his only remaining son so much heartbreak and sorrow.

(Requested by the faaaabuloooouuus hufflepuffturtle!)