As can too little of it. [Unbidden and unwelcome, the words of an old letter come to mind- our sister was detained by this lord, and I do not know how willing their union was- and he cannot quite suppress the grimace.] We were not meant to live in cages, even ones fashioned from love and concern.

My father? He was my rock; strong and steady as both father and king, but gentle and kind as well. He bore the burden of a people's hopes for four hundred years and more, and never did he complain of them.

Of course you will. [Nothing else to say to that, honestly, but there's something about this one...

And there it is again. Fingon likes a good fight as well as anyone, but there is something very strange about the brightness of this Man's eyes ]

I shall be glad to see that.