Loqi asked for a drabble about Arnor.
And the king himself? "He looks well," says one man, the belt of his knighthood stark against dark livery.
"Very like his father," says another, similarly attired, and raises his glass. "The king is dead."
"Long live the king." Ohtar and Estelmo, smiling, drain their cups, content that their service was not in vain.