That's weird.

Presently there are some guards on their side of the wardrobe too.

After some discussion Elves read their minds.

They are missing dinner till the next shift comes by. The ladies must have lost their minds. Maybe the kid escaped. This one has a kid that age and he can get out of anything, can't take your eyes off him for a second.

Are the Valar coming quick.

Quick for Valar, I suppose.

It might be important that it be actually quick. 

I know that. So does my father. Only so much we can do.

Okay.

Elves keep singing.

Avalor likes the singing, in a crying sort of way.

If she wants more hugs he will give her more hugs. 

That would be nice.

Hug hug. 

Sigh. You all sing so nicely.

People don't sing where you're from? Maybe that's why they are horrible, they haven't better coping mechanisms.

There are singers but most of them aren't that good.

Huh. 

And after a while someone brings them dinner and suggests that children often benefit from sleep.

Where should I sleep?

There's a bunch of guest rooms you can pick the one you think is prettiest.

Okay. Where?

Mental map! Here here here here here and here.

Gosh. She goes and looks at a guest room and cannot imagine that there exist prettier guest rooms because how would you do that and she changes into her sleep clothes and goes to bed.

Elves hang out around the wardrobe singing.

After a few hours a green haired person steps through, festooned with devices.

"Hello!"

"...hello!" He checks devices. "Wow, it's really not radioactive here... Sorry, I'm not the diplomatic arm, I'm just here to make sure it's safe even though the ladies seemed all right."