"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."

"Everything's kinda useless in Valinor. But. Yeah."

"Kinda," she sighs.

"Dad keeps telling Nelyo that none of his projects matter, drives him nuts."

"I can imagine. Why does he do that?"

"Doesn't want him wasting his potential."

"I see."

"It's a compliment, means he thinks he has any. My father doesn't care how I spend my time."

"Ah."

"Which is fine."

"Okay."

Hug.

Hug. Hug is nice.

She changes the subject to dinosaurs. Those are also nice.

They really are.

She's going to talk to some people she knows when they get back to Tirion and see if anyone can do a pendant that looks like one of those pink eggs, they were so pretty.

"Oooh, good idea."

"I have those sometimes!"

"Do you know where you want to go tomorrow?"