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Written for the There and Back challenge
S - like a sordid Sauron.
Head bowed, The Steward picked this way through the rubble. Mithrandir had advised against it, yet he felt he had to see where his father had died. He swallowed hard. It was such a sordid way for a warrior to perish.
“It was Sauron’s doing. He destroyed your father’s mind.”
He started at the King’s voice. “How can you be so certain, my lord?” Faramir enquired.
“I too encountered the Dark Lord in the palantír. Meriadoc later told me that it seemed I had aged twenty years in one night. It was a bitter struggle, ere I bent it to my will.”
“You triumphed, though, unlike my father.”
“Do not forget that I am Isildur’s heir. I used the stone but once, not night after night.” Aragorn said gently.
“Alas, that he ever touched the cursed stone!” Faramir said bitterly. ”Our House now lies in ruin because of it, our honour shattered like these walls.”
“I think not,” Aragorn replied, placing a comforting hand on the distressed young Steward’s shoulder. ” Your father acted unwisely, yet out of love for Gondor and she has survived Sauron’s sordid schemes. Together we will build her anew.”
A/N my first attempt at a double drabble.