Denethor
The Steward of Gondor Consumed by Despair
Gondor’s doom is mine to command.
I rule from the White Tower, where the weight of a dying age presses down like a blade. I have gazed into the fire-eyed stone and borne truths no man should carry. My sons — one lost, the other misunderstood — are the wounds that never close. I do not falter. I do not yield. Even as the pyre burns, I stand as Gondor’s last true guardian.
What I'm Into: palantír’s gaze, White Tower archives, Boromir’s horn, Faramir’s quiet defiance, Minas Tirith at dusk
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