A Story for Denethor and Finduilas
Why was he here? Because his father had told him that it was his
duty. And he had allowed Eldacar to talk him into going to meet his
fiancé. He hated large gatherings of people except in the case
battle. But now he must just continue what he started.
“Denethor, are you coming?” called out Eldacar.
“Yes, I’ll be right there,” Denethor replied.
“Well, isn’t this splendid?” said Eldacar joyfully.
“Yes, quite splendid,” remarked Denethor without enthusiasm.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Firiel. She is such sweet girl. I
must say,” continued Eldacar, not noticing his friend’s sarcasm. “I
wonder where she is at this moment.”
Firiel, at that moment, was with her older sister, Finduilas, who was
helping her prepare for the occasion.
“Oh, Finduilas, won’t it be wonderful?” inquired Firiel.
“Indeed, it will, little sister,” answered Finduilas, “but I won’t be
“What?!” cried the younger sister as she spun around in her chair. “For
what reason, may I ask?”
“You know perfectly well my reasons, so I needn’t tell you,” replied
“But you must come, Finduilas,” persisted Firiel. “I was going to
introduce you to my fiancé this evening.”
“But it isn’t necessary, love. You’ve told me so much about him
that I think I do practically know him and don’t need an introduction,”
said Finduilas steadfastly.
“Please, sister,” pleaded Firiel. “If you like, you may
immediately return to your room as soon as I introduce you to Eldacar.
How about that? Agreed?”
“Agreed,” consented Finduilas. “But only until I meet your betrothed.”
“All right,” replied Firiel beaming with joy. “Besides you know
everyone at the gathering anyway so you won’t need to stay to meet
“Hello. Are you two ready yet?” called a voice from the outside.
“Yes, we’ll be out in just a moment, Imrahil,” called back
Finduilas. The two sisters finished their preparations quickly and
stepped out of the room into the hall where their brother was waiting.
In the main hall, the large crowd of guests was assembled waiting
for the royal family of Dol Amroth to descent the staircase. Denethor
was growing more and more irritated at his friend, the other guests,
and most of all, himself. Continually, he had tried to politely excuse
himself from the gathering but Eldacar was persistent.
“I brought you here for a reason and you will stay until that
reason has been fulfilled.” He may not have been Denethor’s brother
but, Eldacar was just as stubborn as Denethor himself. So Denethor had
been forced to stay among the strangers at the gathering.
Suddenly, everyone grew quiet as something caught their
attention. Denethor turned away from where he had been looking at the
door to see what had made the crowd grow silent. It was the arrival of
the royal family. The guests moved to either sides of the staircase out
The family was led by the Lord Faramir who led his wife, Gilraen,
first down the stairs. Following the couple were their children with
Finduilas and Firiel on either side of Imrahil.
Denethor was stunned. His eyes had fastened themselves on
Finduilas and did not waver. Always, he had scoffed at his fellow
soldiers when any of them had spoken of their sweetheart saying that no
woman would ever catch his eye. Now, he understood their and Eldacar’s
feelings. He had never seen anyone more beautiful or graceful in all
his days. However, a voice interrupted his reverie.
“Come on, Denethor. You need to meet my fiancé,” said Eldacar.
Denethor followed as one in a trance. He was actually moving closer and
closer to the very person he had been admiring. Finally, they were very
close to them. Eldacar released Denethor’s wrist, which he had been
holding in fear that his friend would not follow and would instead
wander out the door, and took Firiel’s hand.
“Firiel, this is my closest friend, Denethor, son of the steward
Ecthelion. Denethor, this is my fiancé Firiel and her sister
and her brother Imrahil.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you all,” replied Denethor
automatically. He was slowly regaining his wits about him after
realizing that his friend’s fiancée was the sister of the woman
done what had seemed to him the impossible, left him helpless.
“The pleasure is mine, Denethor,” replied Firiel. “Eldacar has
told me so much about you. It is a joy to finally meet the man who is
like a brother to him.”
“It is a pleasure to see the son of the steward in the halls of
Dol Amroth again,” greeted Imrahil. Denethor bowed his thanks but out
of the corner of his eye, he kept sight of Finduilas. He did not
understand his feelings. How could she stir in him what he thought
could never be? She had not even spoken and had only smiled. It amazed
him beyond belief.
Their meeting ended too soon for Denethor, however. Sadly, he
watched Finduilas remount the stairs and disappear from sight. As he
and Eldacar left, he hoped that one day their paths would cross again.