[A young Imrahil's visions of manhood may or may not have included this duty]
Dol Amroth, 3001 TA
Two blue-and-silver-clad sentinels stood together at one side of the castle gates near the end of their shift. They were discussing the unnatural quietness of the day when something small streaked past.
"Who was that?" Berior asked.
The older sentinel, Galudirn, grimaced. "The little princess."
"Oh…do they usually let her run through the courtyard like that?"
"Now she's squeezed under the portcullis. Should we…?" Berior shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, unsure if he should stay or follow.
"Wait for it."
"Prince Imrahil," the young sentinel gasped as the Prince dashed by without a glance. "Is that her wee dress he's got over his shoulder?"
"Appears to be."
They watched Prince Imrahil, a warrior in his prime, chase after the naked baby once the portcullis rose for him.
"What do you suppose he held in his hand?"
"Looks like a child's smallclothes."
"They're going in his pocket now." Berior observed as the Prince strode back into the courtyard with one arm gripping the wiggling child and the other juggled her clothes.
"Bet he never pictured himself having to do that when he was a lad." Galudirn grinned.
Berior shook his head, "What lad would?"
(beta-ed by Warg)
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