In the afternoon I might take a walk in the garden or perhaps engage in some sword practice to keep my aging bones in shape. Afterwards, I spend a few hours reading in the library before the evening meal. If my sons are in the City we dine together, and I invariably manage to upset them through one of my comments, even those as innocent as inquiring about happenings in Ithilien.
After dinner, I read before going to bed - perhaps some history, perhaps something that tells me of how people live in faraway places. I have always longed to travel, but my duties have kept me close to home. The best tales of Far Harad and even further afield come through their emissaries, but when these are not available I turn to my books.
Sometimes, if my mind refuses to still, I wander back into my study and slip into the hidden camera where waits a glassy eye. And I look into it, and I see things that perhaps I should not see, but that my curiosity cannot resist.
And then I fall into a troubled sleep.
Muse: Denethor II
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