On the road.
My brothers and I have set off for Minas Tirith to attend the coronation of Lord Aragorn as our new king. Sadly, our father could come with us. His old war wounds are acting up and he needs to stay in Dol Amroth to deal with everything anyway. I will miss him, but I am looking forward to seeing Minas Tirith and to meeting the man that my father has told me stories about. It is certainly a great honor.
As representatives of Dol Amroth, I think that we should all try our best to look presentable, but unfortunately, my brothers are rather lacking in the "presentable" department. Elphir and Erchirion are particularly obstinate in their refusal to wear the special court attire that I have made for them. Amrothos is being a bit more reasonable, but he's still reluctant. Erchirion says what I made has too many frills and ruffles, that they're too "girly." I say that he is just not secure enough in his masculinity consent to look like anything but a dirty huntsman. I am near despair, for I feel that the noble people of Minas Tirith will laugh at us as backwards.
Oh well. I have the whole journey to work on them, hopefully they'll come around.