Two chess pieces

Confrontation

Without a word of greeting, a sound of accompanying music in a darkened hall, there stands Faramir facing his father’s judging expression. It is not the only judgment we see, but disgust, anger, and resentment as well. With the confidence in having done the only right thing he could, Faramir stands before his father without a trace of guilt. This enrages Denethor even further. 

Denethor believes Faramir should feel guilty and ashamed. There is no excuse for his behavior. There are no words that can resolve him from the treachery he had committed against his own father.

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New Zealand mountains

Lighting The Beacons

When there is no way of coming to any sort of agreement with two rivaling sides, the only possible positive outcome is the one we come up with ourselves. There is no point in continuing a losing battle with two stubborn and unrelenting keepers of thrones, for they only see their own pride and face hurt in providing any help to the other. Therefore, a deceitful plan to bypass them both might be in order.

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Lightning on water

The Calm Before The Storm

In these troubled times, there is nothing more soothing to Gandalf than the smoke of his pipe. In more relaxed times before the quest for the Ring even began, he smoked together with Bilbo as they welcomed the evening of Bilbo’s birthday. Everyone has an activity or pleasure they indulge themselves to unwind. Whatever one’s pleasure, it is there to soothe one’s soul and ease the mind of troubled thoughts. This time, however, not even his favorite pleasure can rest his heart, for there is evil on the horizon. 

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Man with bowed head

Failed Counsel

You think you are wise, Mithrandir. Yet for all your subtleties, you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor. And with your right you`d seek to supplant me. I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan. Oh, yes. Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn. And I tell you now, I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.

Denethor
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