Minas Tirith, Vin Diesel vs Denethor Round 1

In which an actor gets a different kind of audience,
A sore man is ripped from a consoling bed,
And Vin tries to be on his best behavior and fails...

Let's Rock

Diesel was a bit surprised that rather than being led into the main chamber, they were instead being taken to quarters. He only noticed that he had a bit of an adrenalin rush as it started to fade. Which of course left him even more tired than before. Guards deposited him in some kind of room and left him to it. "Well if its a holding cell, at least its a gilded one," he noted. That thick looking down mattress in particular was calling to him...

...and then metal gauntlets were pounding on his door. "I said the Steward will see you now!" an insistant voice boomed on the other side.

"Gimme a minute," Vin growled, and forced his aching body off the bed which had absorbed him for god only knew how long. His entire frame protested, crying out to return to that glorious sloth-pit. "Time for the comfy chair later," he admonished himself. "Gotta make a good impression on the psycho."

A guard of four of Gondor's finest marched him (slowly) up the halls, not quite sure why the big man was moving the way he was. He seemed to be in agony. The deposited him as instructed in the main chamber, and retreated to their stations...all watching the stranger warily and waiting to take their cue from Denethor how exactly he should be treated...

(Tag, Denethor, you're it!)