(I PROMISE to stop being so slow now)

Aranhil, meanwhile, sat down at his desk. He let out a soft sigh. "If only there were some way to please her." He muttered to himself. He shook his head, thinking back over the course of the day. What had he done wrong? What had made her mad?" He let another sigh escape him. Picking up his pen, he placed it to paper, and began to write. Many long minutes passed before he paused. He thought a moment, then went on.

It was a while before he was satisfied. Grasping the paper by the corner, he waved it to and from to help dry the ink. Then he rolled it up, and lit a candle. When there was wax rolling down the side, he dripped some on the edge, and pressed it with his own personal seal. His brother would know it was from him. He knew, though, that people sometimes sent letters with his seal in his name. To show his brother it truly was him, he gently scratched an X across the top of the wax. It was a code they had formed when they were young. Letters without the Xed seal were not from one another.

He found a young courier soon. "You there, boy, your attention." He supposed 'boy' was not a correct term. More of a young man. He shrugged it off. "Take this letter to my brother, Prince River. He resides with the Elves for now. You will remain by his side until he sends you with a reply. If he has no reply for me, remain with him, and help to attend to him." He grinned, "And see if you can't find yourself a way to get those elven ladies to be a bit less prudish." He shrugged. "They are a bad example on my wife."