"Breakfast in bed, please," said Thorongil desiring to appear as
helpless as possible. To his delight, Denethor yawned; causing him to
dare hope that he had imbibed sufficient of the drug to make him
sleep. He was starting to feel much stronger now the pain killing
herbs had had time to take effect.
He nibbled at his coast, but let
Denethor hold the cup for him again, willing to endure that
humiliation, if he could but lull the man into complacency that he
was too weak to attempt to escape.