Brotherly Love:  Charity Begins At Home

Hoofbeats, and voices from the latest arrivals roused Aragorn as he dozed in the sun in a sheltered corner of the stableyard at the Pony.

“Look – a beggar.”

“So I see.  Should we give the poor fellow alms?”

A handful of coins landed in the dust at his feet, and Aragorn looked up with a sigh.  “Someone is going to kill you both one day – and it will probably be me!”

Elladan looked down with great surprise.  “Merciful havens – is this scruffy fellow really our littlest brother?”

Elrohir grinned.  “Come, Estel – you can bathe while you tell us your news!”

Author Notes:  Written for the Tolkien Weekly 'Coins' challenge.