Ch. 27 - Fallen (AU) – A Drabble

“He fell?” Théoden whispered. “It cannot be.”

He fell back hard onto his throne, the throne given to his fathers by the fathers of this man. And now Denethor was fallen. It was too much to take in. He had just been with them, just a few short weeks ago, for Théodwyn’s troth pledge. And now he was fallen. He started to shake; no tears came, just shaking. And then the moans began.

Théodred stood by the throne, appalled at his father’s distress. The Steward had been friend, yes, but not that close.

“What now for the Éorlingas?” Théoden moaned.

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(A/N - This small drabble led to the writing of the ‘My Sword’ series)