Beregond son of Baranor

It had been a long day for Beregond and Russell. A leisurely breakfast followed by an afternoon in the sun at the river's edge had tired them both out. Somewhere towards evening, Beregond pulled Russell by the hand back to his apartment in the realm of the Muses. He still wished to take Russell home to visit Minas Tirith and Ithilien, but right now, he just wanted the closest bed, and Russell in it.

He nudged Russell towards the bed, then fell across it himself, exhaling long and low. "Mmmm. Grass is nice to snooze in, but sometimes a good bed is just what's needed. Are you tired? Need to sleep a bit?"