You sit tight, Itarillë. I'll be there before you know it.
*presses disconnect and takes a few moments to process everything* *realises that there still a simmering anger deep down inside and does wonder if you have any idea who this person was (because he is going to kill him)* *satisfied enough with his decision, and knowing that Ecthelion will understand too, is stopped short as he recalls that he promised not to tell anyone* (Well, it doesn't matter. He'll understand anyway.)
*goes back into the living area of the suite to broach the subject with Ecthelion*