Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed
“Wake up, slugabed!” Drugged with sleep, he hears Faramir’s laughing voice, a dream of playful days long past.Go away. Leave me be.
“Wake up, slugabed!” A hundred days riding on the edge of despair; a hundred nights of cold stone for a bed. Surely Faramir could not begrudge him a few more moments of blessed slumber, free from toil and care?
“Wake up, slugabed!” Here in Imladris, councils are taken, strategies planned. Rest now. Build your strength.
“Wake up, slugabed!” He hears the terror in his brother’s voice, and is shocked awake by the pounding of his own heart.