It's a cold winter's evening, and the two are sat in the private wing of the palace, next to the warm 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: "Boring... Can I come riding with you tomorrow?"

Finrod considers for a moment. On one hand, Ereinion should go to his lessons, as they're important for his education, but, if he's finding them boring, then there's not much point. Finrod sighs; he's always had a soft spot for Ereinion.

Finrod: "Alright, but you have to promise to be good and go to your lessons without a fuss for the rest of the week, ok?"