"My lord?"

"Hmm?" Thranduil popped a cherry into his mouth. He was out in the orchards, cherry-picking with Legolas in the sun and warm wind.

"I cannot find Legolas," Hyrondal said flatly.

Thranduil sighed. "Wonderful. I thought I told you to watch him."

"I was watching him, my lord. But he simply vanished."

Thranduil frowned. "I see. Well, I better go find him. Here, finish picking this tree."