Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 7 |
| Remembrance |
| In the first days, the memory of his brother can catch him unawares. It is shot through with anger, that after all their years of struggle, he missed the peace by a matter of weeks. Later, a statue is put up, remembering his victory at the Fords. And there are other reminders too, less formal – his son’s laugh, the shrug of his shoulders. As the years go on, the thread is not lost, but picked up – part of the weft of the fuller tapestry of his life. Grief is not eternal, and beyond this world there is more than memory. |
Written as a birthday present for Annmarwalk, who asked for something about both or either of Denethor's magnificent sons 11th November 2004 |