"Please your Highness. We need your full attention on this matter."

The King had barely responded to anything said to him over the last few days. For those around him the days dragged on endlessly as he stared despondently to the woods beyond. Each day, early with the sun, the King would rise from his chambers and descend to the throne room. It was clear each day that he awaited his friend or at the very least a message that they were on their way. But with each sunset it became clear that word from Rivendell could not be further away. His servants were grieved to see him so desperately in need of counsel and took little care in voicing their concern. They did not believe they were heard but they never did see the little elf who could hide so well.

The King was quite taken aback one morning as he assumed his usual position by the window, when a small thing climbed up and into his lap. It resembled him greatly and after a moment he realised that the creature was his son. It was a very nice distraction from such sorrowful thoughts to see something smile at him. He knew that today they would begin to ask him about the arrangements for his wife. What would they tell this little blonde thing? Though it did not concern him greatly at that point as the little prince soon disappeared to play.