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Summary: "And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that stone, unless he had a great strength of will to turn it to other purpose, he saw only two aged hands withering in flame." (The Pyre of Denethor, The Lord of the Rings)
It was inevitable that he come to Rath Dínen while endeavoring to cleanse the city. No one could have known his feelings upon the occasion, so he came alone, lest they worry.
There, amid the wreckage, he saw it: round, dark, and to all purposes, insignificant.
This was my father's ruin? he thought, and contemplated hefting it. What would he see? T'was said the palantír showed the past--
And the moment passed.
Hands clasped behind his back. He needed no further lesson on the futility of dwelling on what cannot be changed.
Turning, he stepped into the sunlight.
~the end