Solas has not been faring well, and that might yet be an understatement.

The events of the mission had been wearing down on him, even now, and it was a struggle to rationalise it all, to wrap his mind around the depths of the uncertainty and discomfort he had felt. To see all those things, to bear witness to the loss and the pain and the heartache... He cannot escape it, not even in his dreams, and he bears it all with the familiar mantle of one who has seen and endured more than he ought in one lifetime.

Thranduil's message doesn't surprise him in the sense that it happened, but only that he waited so long in the first place.

"Of course. Your office?"