Written the Advent Challenge
With thanks to Raksha
The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.
The terrible noise grew ever louder. Aragorn slammed his fist down on the table in exasperation, almost knocking over a bottle of ink. Aragorn thought wistfully of sailors' fiddles and hornpipe dances down by the wharves of the Harlond! Was even the screech of the Nazgûl or the roaring of a firedrake so dreadful to the ear?
What had he done to deserve this fate? Had he angered Legolas in some way, that the Elf should torment him by bestowing such a gift? Aragorn cried out in anguish, “Please put away your violin, Eldarion. You have practised enough today!”