Escaped
Rating: G
Summary: A failiour
"What!"
The elf looked down, avoiding making eye contact with the one before him.
"He escaped, my lord," he repeated respectfully, his voice quivering slightly. It was not often that the Prince was this agitated, but when he was his fury was almost as hot as that of his father. And no less difficult to weather.
It was impossible to say how much time passed by before the prince spoke, but to the elf before him it seemed like several hours, but now his voice was no longer angry. Instead it sounded incredibly tired and, was it; sad.
"I must ride to Imladris then and inform them of this." And with that the young lord turned and went immediately for the stables.