★ [ Pippin/Denethor | PG | 100 words ]
Minas Tirith took his breath away.
Original story:
A Touch of Cold Stone by
danachan, 500 words.
Remix author:
sophinisba Touch of Stone (the Breathless Remix)
Minas Tirith rushed at him fast enough to leave him gasping, grasping at the horse’s hair, at his failing faith.
The Lord of Minas Tirith - Pippin’s Lord, now - stared still as stone, and stole his breath in quite another way.
Laughter dried up and choked him before it could leave his mouth. What would Merry say if he could see?
Cold, bare stone under Pippin’s knees made him ache, while Denethor’s fingers sliding smooth on his skin made him tremble.
His own song, when taken by force, burned his throat and eyes. What would his lord take from him next?