The decor has not changed much, over the years. There's the tapestry with the symbol of the Inquisition, wrought in leaves and vines, Gwenaelle's work, the mask of Fen'Harel that Sina gave him, everywhere books and papers and the great desk-- and Thranduil, looking out the window over the harbor, turning smoothly to look at Jenny Lou and smile.

"For you? Of course. Come, sit. Close the door."