Prompt: June of Gloom and Doom
Warnings: character death
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“Do something, you fool!”
The healer shook his head sadly. “Your lady is beyond all mortal aid, my lord.”
Denethor blanched and for a few moments stood as if turned to stone. “My sons must be told,” he said at last.
They came and regarded the still figure upon the vast bed.
“Is Naneth asleep?” asked Faramir.
“She has gone to be with Grandfather Ecthelion,” Boromir explained, valiantly struggling not to cry.
“Can’t you bring her home, ada?” Faramir sobbed. He stared at his father with Finduilas’ sea- grey eyes.
Unable to meet the child’s innocent gaze, Denethor silently turned away.