You wander around in the Valley, marveling how beautiful it is. It's truly a magneficient morning, you can hear the burds around you who are singing in the trees and the murmur of the ford of Bruinen. You walk undisturbed until your ears pick up another sound, soft footfalls from behind you. You turn around to see Elrohir, the younger son of Elrond who looks at you with a sheepish smile.