Thorongil suppressed a yawn. The Captains' Council seemed endless this year, Denethor more imperious than ever. Or was it just him? The other captains followed Denethor's speech with earnest attention. But he found it increasingly difficult to focus on Denethor's explanations. That Denethor had all but oppressed his earlier suggestions had not helped his mood either. His thoughts were flighty this morning, his mind kept drifting North. A desire he had thought- even hoped - to be but volatile had become stronger these past weeks. He knew that his days in Gondor were coming to an end, at least for now.
A/N: Has it really been a year since I last posted even a drabble? Anyway, I partook in another of Juno's Instant Drabble Sessions. The cues were flighty, volatile, oppressed, imperious, and earnest, curtesy of http://freerice.com/.
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