“Don’t worry my love, Faramir’s boys are responsible. They’ll take care of Eldarion.”
“Estel…”
“He’ll be fine.” Aragorn soothed her worry with a touch. “Your brothers took me at Eldarion’s age and I managed just fine.”
“My brothers? Oh, yes, that’s a comfort.” Arwen glanced anxiously out the window, as the boys gathered below, snares in hand. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, beloved. Boys have gone on snipe hunts for years and I’ve never heard of any coming to harm.”
Facing the window, Arwen missed her husband’s amused smile.