My
son seems to be in high demand these days. Notes with Old Spice-scented stationery are appearing in the mail box regularly, strange men are calling the palace and my
father is drinking liters of coffee a day, much the way he did back when
Maglor was coming over for chess so often. Amandil is, of course, an adult and fully capable of taking care of himself and managing his own affairs. He doesn't need my help or anyone else's in looking after his own mental and emotional well-being.
However.
Attention anyone currently or even considering courting, wooing or otherwise seducing the third King of Númenor:
If you harm my child in any distinguishable way whatsoever, I will destroy you.
That is all.