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"Why don't you say something over dinner?" Earendil suggested. "Ada can't get angry, not with Mother and Ninako there, and especially with Aunt Elnara and Uncle Lore. It would be perfect!"

And he of course could add his own opinions, and reasons to let her go - he just hoped that Tinuviel would appreciate their efforts.

Earendil chuckled softly and cracked his knuckles. "I would be glad to do just that," he winked down at Lin.

Just then they arrived at the guest rooms, and he motioned towards Lin's bed chamber. "Off you go now, and I'll see you at dinner again."

And leaving her to get ready on her own, he headed off towards his own chambers.

When Earendil emerged once more from his room, his hair was still sticking out all over the place, as it didn't seem to want to be combed at all that day, but he was indeed dressed nicely. Black pants and a pale blue spidersilk top, leather belt, and even a slim silver chain around his neck. He kept running his fingers through his hair, trying to flatten it down, or at least tame it, but no matter what he did it didn't seem to matter.

He was heading down the tower stairs when he heard a door open and close from the guest wing, and he backpedaled a few steps to peer out the tower door and spotted Lin just as she was coming out of her room.

"Nice timing," he grinned at her. "Heading down?"

Earendil grinned at Lin. "Then let's head down together," he suggested, holding out his arm to escort her. "And if this isn't good enough for Tinuviel then too bad for her," he added. "It's the best I can do without going formal, which I hardly think is necessary."

Not to mention, if his family dressed formally when he visited, he would find it insulting.

"True," Earendil mused as he led Lin towards the stairs once more. "I hadn't thought of it that way ... I suppose in a way I'm rather spoiled, I don't have to dress up for many occasions. Of course, the fact that I work up on the mountain, training, rather than doing duties inside the palace, might have something to do with it."

He grinned. He wasn't going to complain - he liked doing what he was doing, even if his family wanted him to be out more often.

"My uncle would prefer that I wear something showing my rank," Earendil shrugged, "but I don't see the point. Everyone knows me anyways, and we're just going to be training. Why wreck some perfectly good clothes that way?"

Not that it really mattered, since half the time he took his shirt off anyways. It was simply too hot to keep it on way up on the mountain.

"Colours," Earendil nodded as they neared the Dining Hall. "Trainees wear teal, trainers red, royalty blue. Of course, quality of material is also considered, though the outfits themselves for training are basically the same."

He tried to remember if she had ever been up on the mountain with him since he himself had been a trainee ... to his knowledge, no ...