"I don't know. I'm still used to life in the tower, I suppose. Everyone having something that needs done, keeping each other at arms length." Never knowing who to trust. He shouldn't have to worry about that here and he quietly leans against his father. Not enough for support but to remind himself that he's there.

It was nice to just relax a moment now, smiling a little at knowing something his father didn't. A youthful part of him that the tower hadn't quite managed to snuff.

"His ring survived. The Ruling Ring. And he couldn't be truly defeated until it was destroyed in Orodruin's fire."