The Steward's Task:
Written for the Short and Sweet challenge and slightly altered to create a true drabble
With thanks to Raksha.
Dedicated to Raksha.
Aragorn stifled a yawn. He forced himself to assume an alert expression as the poet recited a seemingly endless, and joyless, saga in praise of his own great deeds. He thought enviously of Arwen, excused the ordeal because of her pregnancy.
Beside him, Faramir listened with a rapt expression. Even so, Aragorn was puzzled as to why Arwen had been insistent that the Steward attend.
The room was unpleasantly warm. Perhaps later he could..
A sharp dig in his ribs jolted Aragorn back to full wakefulness.
“The Queen warned me that I might have to wake you,” Faramir grinned.