T - like a turgid Turgon
2. Lessened State - by Gwynnyd
Turgon woke with the weight of the evil in Mordor pressing his chest and stealing his breath. Gasping, he tried to raise himself, one arm wrapped around his bloated stomach, but fell back exhausted by his effort.
Not even a hundred years. Less than forty as Steward. We are lessened, indeed.
His breath wheezed in his chest. He coughed, feeling slimy froth in his throat. True Kings of Men could give back the gift of life at will, passing peacefully beyond the circles of the world before their bodies failed. If a king should come, he had preserved the trust.
A/N – Denethor's grandfather, Turgon was born in TAIII 2855 and died in 2953, at 98 years old. He had been Steward since 2914, only 39 years. It was during his time as Steward that Sauron declared himself openly and Ithilien was deserted.
Tolkien did not tell us how he died, so I have taken the liberty of making it congestive heart failure with symptoms of edema to suit the 'turgid' of the prompt. (Sorry, Juno, couldn't quite work my way into the other kind of turgid organ. )
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