2 Months Later:
King Eorl sat in the plush chair of his study. Before him rested an impressive burnt umber ligneous desk and seated atop this desk perched a letter from the Lord of Rivendell himself. The contents of said letter was…well, “most disturbing.”
The fire in the hearth crackled ominously when suddenly a voice range out,” is everything alright father?” Eorl gives a quick startle before his blue-grey eyes found his fifteen year old son, whom leaned against the door.
“Yes Theoden,” he licks his dry lips,” all is well.”
There was a moment of silence, except for the blazing fire when suddenly the boy speaks,” I have never seen an elf before today…” he pauses, as if to collect his thoughts,” they appeared to be in a great hurry. Are you sure everything is okay?”
King Eorl smiled despite the churning in his belly,” nothing escapes you my son. Your wit rivals that even of your mother…you s