Chrr...Chrr...The soft sounds pierced the still night. A horrible sound coming from deep down his throat. Intolerable! Arwen turned around, pressed a soft pillow over her head and cursed her sensitive hearing for the umpteenth time. Men – she should have known.
Half rising, she put two delicate fingers over his nostrils and pressed them together.
Her husband's eyes shot open and he bolted upright.
Confused silver eyes locked with hers and she began to giggle like a young maiden.
"You snored, my lord."
"Impossible, Rangers do not snore!"
"Well, apparently kings do. But now that you are awake," she leaned over him and looked into his shocked eyes "I have a good idea how to spend the time."
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