Meanwhile down below.

"Are you sure that these are the heroes the prophecy spoke of?" A younger, handsome elf asked the Queen. She was reclining on the throne and the younger elf was fanning her.
"Honestly." She looked around and toward the window before locking her eyes onto him. "No, but they are all we have and my son seems to be inclined to trust them."
"Well, if I may speak freely... have you ever met someone that Illuvaen didn't trust or try to befriend?" He said chuckling.
"Oh, now that isn't quite appropriate." The Queen said smacking his butt playfully. "Though it is completely true. He is such an open soul, almost a vestige of the true might of elvendom. It sad he was born into times such as these. In any case, they might be our only option and there are certainly bad tidings for us if we do not do anything. We shall help them as we are able and hope that everything comes out in the end. Incidentally, I tire of such politics, has my husband gone on his hunt?"

"Yes. He and his hunters just left."

"Good..." she said grinning "now, I have certain matters that need your specialized talents."

"Of course your Majesty."

"No, no, no, you are the Majesty today." She said rising from the throne and grinning openly.