1. Ecthelion's Wrath
Denethor's eyes flew open. His heart was screaming in his chest. He groaned. How could this have happened? He had missed the meeting. His father would be livid. Why had no one woken him? He lay, huddled in his bed, trying to think what he could say, what excuse he could give, but he knew there was none. Slowly, he moved the covers and swung his legs off the bed. The cold of the marble floor made him grimace and tightened his toes into a fierce cramp. He opened the drapes. The sky was dark. It had been a dream.
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