"Morgoth! DIE!" Boromir yelled, righteously assaulting the chair with his wooden sword.
I stepped out of the way of Boromir's wild swing, not wanting to be accidentally hit again.
"Morg'th die, Morg'th die," Faramir sang amicably, pushing his horses around on the floor.
"You are playing Morgoth?"
Boromir and I froze.
I turned to face the Steward, having no idea what I would say;the Lady Finduilas had clearly stated her dislike of this particular type of game.
"I can hear you in the corridor," Lord Denethor said sternly.
Then he smiled. "Be quieter, my son, or your mother will hear."