Exhaustion (Sloth)

“Wake up, slugabed!” A hundred long days riding on the edge of despair; a hundred cold nights of stone under his back. At last in fabled Imladris, drugged with blessed sleep, he hears Faramir’s voice, woven into a dream of playful days long past. Go away. Leave me be.

“Wake up, slugabed!” Through many long weeks, councils are taken, routes are surveyed, plans are laid. Rest now. Build your strength. The road is long, and full of peril.

“Wake up, slugabed!” He hears the terror in his brother’s voice, and is shocked awake by the pounding of his own heart.