[ It was wise of his son not to mention the toys, or Erebor. While Thranduil might be civil towards his dwarven neighbors now, there was still little love lost between them at the best of times.

The talk of Jewels was something he could at least understand and actually enjoy in. ]

I have an idea as for what we may yet give your bride. I'll show you when we go to the treasury.

[ For now however, he was more inclined to look at his grandson once more, stepping away from the railing and venturing towards where the princeling slept. Just looking on him eased his troubled heart, enough so that some of the worried and woes he wore faded away. ]

I remember when you were so young. I gazed upon you much like Ferion here and I thought long about the world that you would grow into... I hope his world is a far happier one than the one you were given to...