It's a cold winter's evening, and the two are sat in the private wing of the palace, in front of a large fireplace. Finrod is gently brushing Ereinion's hair, whilst the little boy is quietly doing a puzzle on the floor. Eventually, Finrod speaks.

Finrod: "How were your lessons today, little one?"

Ereinion: "Really boring... Can I go riding with you tomorrow?"

Finrod considers it for a moment. On one hand, Ereinion should go to his lessons, as they are important for his education, but on th other hand, he won't pay attention if he's finding them boring. After a little while, Finrod sighs, he's always had a hard one telling Ereinion no.

Finrod: "Alright, little one. But you have to promise to behave, ok?