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!”
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