[ thranduil lets him eat without interruption, doubtless using the time to think of all he would like settled before he retires for the evening. he has a good handle on the work he does, the papers are all in order, casimir a cornerstone of the system he's developed. in other words, he's steady and confident and this is not in the least a bad time for him.

sorrel speaks his thanks, and he nods once, easy in his own space, ready to approach the matter without fear or reluctance. ]

Her name is Calenmirel. I met her when we were young, although we did not wed until later. I struggled with it at first, the loving her, for I wanted nothing more than to best her, to prove my sword-arm stronger, my arrows more steady. It is often that way for Sindar, for Silvans, that love should start as a competition, counting enemies felled in battle or who has brought home the bigger hind for the table.