*takes Arandur just for a moment, to comfort him, she tells herself*
*very quietly, so as not to upset the little boy, trusting that he'll listen more to her tone and less to her words* There's been - catastrophe, Mablung. I need you and Haleth to hold this bunker. You are to shoot to kill if anyone tries to enter. Thingol is dead. The young king is in your protection now. I have to go to Melian.
*gives her little boy a kiss on the forehead and hands him back to you*