"Froth? What does villain froth look like?" inquires Loki, starting river-ward.
"Quite well. Finally got around to having that economics discussion, it was lovely."
We hadn't met his wife before the wedding party, he courted her far away from the whole family which I do not blame him for in the slightest. It was a very formal very nice party in the palace and everyone'd drunk a lot and my father was being my father and Turgon was being - very restrainedly rude, Elenwë wouldn't have picked up on it because it was all comments that could have been neutrally intended, and they just kept picking at each other and eventually my father said to Elenwë that she would probably someday regret marrying for social position and the groom attempted to throttle Tirion's crown prince and it was very dramatic.
Oh dear. ...Your father and I did a bunch of experiments with ice and then discussed the matter and I listed some of Fingon's characteristics for him and he said Fingon was invited for dinner, which invitation I have not yet conveyed.
Well, I would have characterized the previous exchange as a disaster, but he calmed down. ...Seemed to help when I mentioned that galactic weddings are more paperwork than soul grafting.
And that wasn't a disaster. It was not much fun, and he'll probably not want to speak to me for a decade or so, but all the disaster scenarios I had in mind began with 'you're no son of mine and I'm not satisfied that you holding the Silmaril fulfills the 'Fëanáro's kin' stipulation of the Oath and you can go join New Mithrim if they'll have you but Doriath we're telling that we're not accountable for your behavior'.
I did not think that was likely or I wouldn't have chanced it. But not being on speaking terms with my father really truly isn't worse than I expected, and I got some satisfying yelling in first. And - the last thing he said to me was that we need not see each other until he has the indelible memory solution. That - is his way of apologizing, and I'll be the first to say that he's very bad at it, but - he was furious with me and made a point of communicating that he still considers a hard probably-unnecessary thing that will make me happy to be an important priority.
He asked what sort of apology you'd like regarding the boats and I said you'd probably be thrilled with an actual verbal apology and he told me to either put New Mithrim within shouting distance or convince Fingon to come to dinner, is that promising?
I would expect that to be a disaster. My father does not enjoy being around people who hold him in contempt and I don't think Findekáno can win his respect or will particularly desire to try. Instead I expect my father will pointedly try to evaluate whether Findekáno is interesting to him and Findekáno will eventually, unless there's company, fall back on insinuating things that will annoy my father.
Which I don't think is true, incidentally. I am pretty sure I did love him and trust him. But that's how I would hurt him if I were trying to, and you could certainly say true things that would raise it to his attention.
The way to upset anyone who isn't my father would have a lot more to do with implied relationship dynamics. As you must have picked up on by now.
I look forward to being seventeen thousand years old and it being a thing of the past.
You know what I find useful for conveying meanings? Words.