"Obviously I'm going to talk to my parents and Marille about this, but I'm sure I can get them to agree not to say anything about it until it's common knowledge if that seems like a good idea."

"I bet Marille's already guessed, a lot of my dad's projects are - pointed that direction."

"She hasn't mentioned anything of the sort but she probably wouldn't if she wasn't sure."

"It's probably a hundred Years off. Just - eventually."

"Can't hurt to start preparing sooner."

"Not if we're going to do it right, have something nicer than Valinor."

"That would be lovely."

"If anyone can do it it's my dad."

"I hope so!"

"Oh, he'll pull it off."

"I mean, most of Valinor's problems are social, and that's not your dad's forte."

"They'd still go away without the Valar hanging over everything - and we'd be selecting out the people who wanted to stay -"

"You're right about the second part. I hope you're right about the first."

"We'll have Nelyo running the place."

"True!"

"I really think it'll turn out fine."

"You'd know better than I in this case."

"I mean, I've now told you all I know. It's a goal, not a plan, at this point."

"Yeah. Optimism, is all."

"Yeah. And planning it is when I feel like my family really understands me."

"Oh?"

"I need to get out of this place. I'm the only one of us who really does. They're - not doing it for me, but it does a lot for me -"

"Ah.

Do you want--like, a hug or something--"

"Okay. But - I'm not that torn up about it, I'd rather be the useless son of Fëanor than anyone else."

"I mean, you're not useless--I think you're being pretty useful to me right now--but. Yeah. I see what you mean."