Curufin snorts and replies, "Nope, he's never been one to slip away quietly. He had the whole of Tirion as audience for the swearing of the Oath, and he exited Aman with a Kinslaying. And he certainly didn't make a quiet departure from Beleriand. He fought with a pack of Balrogs, and then when he was dying, he exploded into sparks and ash. And that was after making his sons swear we'd adhere to the Oath and avenge his death. Definitely not quiet."

The loudest voice on the train, yes, something like that. "I don't know what will happen with the Council, or for that matter, with Team Red. He'll be missed, or at least his absence will be noticed."

He nods when Fingon agrees to the garden. "Okay, I'll meet you there in five minutes." He runs off to his cabin and retrieves the two bottles of excellent red wine, and then he goes to the Garden Carriage.

Inside, the four streams murmur as they flow, and the stone walkways, bridges, and fountain echo slightly at the sound of a voice. Curufin comes in and sits down on a stone bench. He sets the coffee thermos down on the bench beside him and the two cups he has brought. He pours wine into the cups and hands one to Fingon. "Cheers!" He lifts his cup to clink it against Fingon's and then takes a sip.

"So, how have you been doing lately, cousin?"