The two are sat in Ereinion's private office, both working on important paperwork. They've been working on the piles of paperwork for a long time when Ereinion sighs, and puts his head in his hands. Elrond looks at him quizzically.

Ereinion: "Yet another group of Loyalists are trying to claim the throne for you, Elrond. Didn't you tell them to stop?"

Elrond: "I did. I have no desire to be king. But, it seems they just won't listen. Also, there's a lot of letters containing marriage offers here..."

Ereinion groans, and lets his head fall onto the table in exasperation.

Ereinion: "Ugh, not more. I don't want to get married yet... If I really have to marry someone, why can't I just marry you? You're smart, and sensible, and won't try to assassinate or usurp me..."

Elrond: "Well... It would solve a lot of our problems..."

Ereinion sits up, as he thinks for a moment.

Ereinion: "It would solve a lot, wouldn't it..."