Feoras sits in his throne strumming his fingers on the arm. The throne is made of different woods and look quite beautiful. Not that he's thinking about the throne he's sitting in. He's more busy thinking of the meeting approaching with the talk of peace. That and the fall king's hunt is starting, he can feel it. This means to him that he would not be able to enter the forest for awhile. 
He pushes himself out of the throne and starts pacing, he is getting impatient of waiting. Normally, he is not the first ruler there. He might just surprise them and get there first. With a look of neutrality he leaves deciding to be there first. He walks with almost feline grace, his shoes making little to no noise. His clothing is his usual black leather ansble with the only color being the gold from the pendant and hoop. His eyes seem to be of a lighter orange possibly showing his plans to talk of peace. 
His walking takes him past the forest and to the meeting, getting there first for the first time in a long time.
He paces in the place his impatience clear.