Bedtime Nightmare

“I’m sorry you didn’t bring your son with you,” Legolas said, embracing the King. “Such a charming mix of both our races! How is the little demon?”

“As energetic as ever,” said Aragorn. “Last week he attacked me with a toy sword, pretending to be Sam Gamgee at the Prancing Pony taking on the sinister Strider.”

Legolas smiled. “I would have dearly loved to see that!”

“I asked Arwen to please omit any Gollum stories.”

Legolas’s smile broadened to a mischievous grin, and his eyes closed to slits.

“You would not!”

“Don’t worry—I’ll let him practice on me first.”