"I hold this land in trust until either my lords come to their senses and start behaving as the heirs they are..." He trails off, giving Elrohir a stern look that the younger elf blithly ignores, "Or until my lord Celeborn comes from Lothlorien." He is further interrupted by the arrival of food, and quite a bounty of it - evidently word has reached the chefs that there is a pregnant elf to be served, and they have responded accordingly.