[ Thranduil sighs softly, appreciating the subject change, though it also hurt to veer away from it. After all he had been willing perhaps for the first time in a very long time to broach the subject. To keep himself from showing his annoyance, brief though it was, he drank from his wine goblet, letting flavor of the red wine still his tongue for just a few seconds more. ]

No, he has gone west. His daughter Alfirinel has taken over in his stead. She loves trees of our forest home dearly. In fact she treats them as if they were children. If you wish to plant a tree here in honor of your child, she will show you where to plant it and will tend to it as if it were her own offspring.