#denthor

[fionas-frenzy]

a meme of the highest quality

[kat651]

Lotr pt 3

Who do you hate the most?

grima worm tongue

Saruman

orks

golum

Shelob (spider that stung Frodo)

Denethor

I don’t hate them because they play an important roll in the book/movie

Other

Voting ended onDec 7, 2023

let’s see how much hate we get!!!

[incorrect-middleearth-quotes]

Gondorian Guard: Why is the Steward crying?

Boromir: He took one of those "Which Famous Gondorian Are You Most Like" quizzes.

Gondorian Guard: Oh, man, who'd he get?

Boromir: Faramir

[Denethor wailing in the background]

[modernincorrectlotrhobbit]

Gandalf: You must understand, Faramir, your father had a very terrible childhood.

Faramir: I understand. I’m having a very terrible childhood right now.

[janeeyreofmanderley]

Of diplomacy and toy wagons

If Denethor had learned one thing in his time as soldier and politician it was that solving one problem only meant you had a little more space to deal with the next one.

A knowledge that also came handy as a father he found.

Boromir had been much disappointed when his little brother had been born, stressing angrily that he had expressively asked for a BIG brother, one who could take him riding like his friend's Bergil's brother did. But this one? This brother couldn't do ANYTHING and was much to small anyway! He had no use for such a brother and asked if they could exchange him.

No amount of explanation would soothe him.

At first.

But then after six weeks Boromir surprisingly warmed up to his little brother. He started making faces for the baby trying to make him laugh, rocking the cradle and dutifully showed him every toy he picked up before playing with it, carefully explaining what he was about to do and sometimes even placing it in the baby's cradle. He frequently asked when Faramir would be big enough to join him playing and was not happy with the answers he received voicing his concerns that the poor baby must be awfully bored being kept in bed most of the day!

Considering that it should not have been surprised him that one day the quiet of his office was disturbed by a commotion in the nursery. rushing inside he found the frantic nurse, who between sobs explained that the baby was gone.

After catching his breath and fighting down panic he took charge of the situation and send out guards to search the citadel giving strict orders to be discreet in order to nor alarm his wife.

Fortunately just a few minutes later a young guard came running with word from the gardener asking if Lord Boromir was supposed to drag his baby brother through some shrubs in the back of the gardens in what seems to be his red little toy wagon.

In reply Denethor just hurried outside soon hearing Boromir cheerfully explaining that birds make nests for their babies but that those babies did not get a cradle like Faramir did, and Faramir cooing in what seemed to be a reply.

His breathing slowing Denthor came to a halt. "Boromir! Come out of the bushes at once will you!"

"Dad!" Came the delighted reply, Boromir being obviously completely oblivious to the possibility that he could be doing anythig wrong. Denethor heard some steps, and some rustling and then a thumb!

"Dad, my wagon is stuck! Can you help me?"

Cursing silently Denthor crawled into the bushes, and soon saw Boromir kneeling next to his little wagon which was squeezed between to branches, talking in a low but cheerful voice to Faramir who looked around in amazement waving his little fits in excitement, seemingly unharmed.

Denethor was beyond reliefed to find the baby unharmed, and noted that Boromir at least had had the good sense to furnish the old toy wagon with a blanket and pillow.

However, no matter how comfortable the children seemed to be, the wagon was truely stuck and Denethor decided to leave it behind for the time being, ordering Boromir to crawl to the lawn why he himself took Faramir.

Crawling himself while holding a wriggling infant securely was no mean feat, and he was more than happy when they finally could all three sit down a bench in the garden.

Boromir was merrily narrating his day‘s adventures, how he had found a birds nest in the garden and decided to show it to Faramir, him being a baby he assumed Faramir would like to meet other babies you know, and how much fun they had and and and.

Denethor let him talk, only half listening, trying to think of a good way to adress this issue.

On the one had he was proud of his son. It was kind of him, wanting to include his brother in his adventures and looking for something baby related to do together. Also it was no mean feat for a 5 year old to organise the trip with the wagon and all, but still he needed to explain to him, that..... it was not ideal to drag an infant about in a toy wagon with no adult supervision.

This turned out to be harder than expected.

Boromir argued intently that Faramir deserved to get to play to. He saw no problem with dragging a baby around in a toy wagon and asked angrily if he was forbidden to play with Faramir.

The baby choose that moment to start crying which led to Boromir assuring him he would still play with him and in the following chaos Denethor decided it was more urgent to return the little one to the nursery than to continue a discussion he could not win too.

For once choosing retreat Denthor returned inside, deciding to regroup wiht his wife in the evening.

However, they might have saved their breath for it turned out that while usually obedient if stubborn Boromir was determined to include his little brother in his activities as much as he could think, so dejectedly he eventually commissioned a little pram to be built which could be handled by a five year old with ease while keeping a baby safe, and alerting everyone in the castle to be on constant guard.

At least, he reasoned, in case of war everyone would already be used to constant wakefulness.

[ono-sendai]

There they sit, the preschooler class encircling their mentor, the substitute teacher. "Now class, today we will talk about what you want to be when you grow up. Isn't that fun?" The teacher looks around and spots the child, silent, apart from the others and deep in thought. "Jonny, why don't you start?" she encourages him. Jonny looks around, confused, his train of thought disrupted. He collects himself, and stares at the teacher with a steady eye. "I want to code demos," he says, his words becoming stronger and more confident as he speaks. "I want to write something that will change peoples perception of reality. I want them to walk away from the computer dazed, unsure of their footing and eyesight. I want to write something that will reach out of the screen and grab them, making heartbeats and breathing slow to almost a halt. I want to write something that, when it is finished, they are reluctant to leave, knowing that nothing they experience that day will be quite as real, as insightful, as good. I want to write demos." Silence. The class and the teacher stare at Jonny, stunned. It is the teachers turn to be confused. Jonny blushes, feeling that something more is required. "Either thator I want to be a fireman."

Denthor of ASPHYXIA (aka Grant Smith), TUT7.TXT, 21/11/1993 (via Alfie John; sa darwins 2600 article)

[fuckyeahursulavernon]

We were at the grocery store. I came around an aisle, ran into someone who was a dead ringer for--somebody--couldn't place it for a minute--someone famous, wasn't it?--and then it clicked. I scurried back down the aisle and found James. "James! Mad King Denethor shops here!" James gave me a look, roamed casually over in that direction, and said "Whoa." The guy was a dead ringer. Oh, maybe a bit younger--early forties, say, back when he was merely Somewhat Eccentric King Denethor*--but still, it was uncanny. We went on shopping. After a few minutes, James leaned over and said "Don't look now, but I think the King is stalking us." I glanced back. Probably a coincidence. There are only so many patterns for cruising the grocery store, after all. Still, we finished our shopping quickly. Some people, it doesn't pay to antagonize.

Slice of Life -- Grocery Store Division

[ihatefaramir]

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