Arwen stood in the corridor and simply looked at the scene.
Aragorn sat in his throne, head against the seat and with his mouth open, snoring. Her brothers respectively were half sprawled in their own chairs, also snoring. Legolas looked like a boy with his legs pulled up to his chest; all curled up. Gimli's chin rested on his chest plate, asleep too.
Arwen held a hand out to a servant. "Do we know what the reason is for this?"
"Oh…Well, you see, the king made an announcement that he was not going to do any work today, or for the next two days if he can. The elf-lords petitioned it, and master Gimli supported them."
Arwen sighed. "You do realize that allowing them to do this only encourages them to do it again in the future?"
The servant shook her head, nervous.
"Bring me a horn," Arwen requested softly.
The maid went to do exactly that. A few minutes later she was back with the requested object.
Arwen walked into the hall, stopping short of the throne by a few feet. She felt a little guilty having to do this, but it was necessary.
She put the horn to her lips and blew.
"YRCH!"
"The turkey-riding-maggots are coming!"
"Not the fleas!"
"Don't transform us into frogs!"
Arwen let a smile grace her face as these fearsome men scrambled off their chairs, only half awake from their dreams. Aragorn looked like his heart had stopped, Gimli was swatting at nothing, Legolas looked like a feral cat, and the twins were on their knees with their folded hands pointed to the heavens.
They all looked to the queen.
"Arwen!" They cried simultaneously.
"You cannot become lazy, my lords. Off your hind-quarters and to your work!"
"We can't focus on anything…" They whined.
Arwen shook her head. "I do not care. You will regret it later if you let it all pile up."
A/N I have "can't sit still but I don't know what to do" problem, and I'm just tired in general. Too bad a horn doesn't help in that region.
And I'll be unwise and likely start another drabble thing in the near future, if I can get THAT written.