1. Let the Flames Devour
Before him were the letters, missives of love and adoration and promises to be there always. They were being destroyed. One by one, he would take each piece of parchment in his hand, and with smooth movements he would rip it in half, in quarters, in eighths. The fire would then claim them, the flames rising up greedily to gulp down the words of Finduilas. She had died of grief and he had never been told, never warned, but only left to believe that all was well. To heal his shattered heart, Denethor could no longer be reminded of joy.
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