Stares and Glares
Title: Stares and glares
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Verse: BtVS, LOTR
Characters: Anya, Denethor, Boromir
Summary: During his meal, Denethor gets somewhat distracted.
A/N: Title art is included. Don't own the images that helped make it.
She was staring at him. Again. It was the fourth time this week. He chose to ignore it. Without success. He risked a glare and saw her still looking at him with that infuriating, glazed stare, a dumb look of contentment on her face. Fighting his rising ire, Denethor methodically started eating again. Ignoring her, that was the key. But what in Eru’s name was she staring at him for? Goodness knew he was too old for her, no matter her rather open advances towards others, so he was rather baffled. Thinking on that, he decided to curse the day his sometimes rather mischievous son brought Anya to Minas Tirith. Of course, it’s all for her protection father, he had said. He growled. If that woman needed any protection, Denethor would eat his goblet.
He risked another glare and almost did a double take. She did not just smile at him when he growled. It was not possible. Fed up with her glares interrupting his meal, goblet still in hand, he bitingly said, “Must you always look at me like that when I’m eating, madam?” Silence. And then, a very articulate “Huh?” as she jerked back from whatever reality she was in, wiping at a bit of drool. The other guests in the Merethrond hid smirks behind napkins or delicate coughs, excepting Boromir who went under the table to ‘retrieve’ his fork. His sniggers carried to Denethor. He restrained himself from rubbing his temples, giving an inaudible sigh instead. This was not happening.