Anairë | Russandol
Your husband was nothing more than a misplaced substitute that could not and will never live up to the heights my father has paved for himself. Your foolishness and devotion blind to much of what occurred between them.
Speak of not things you do not know. You are but a lowly seamstress come into the palace of kings on Ñolofinwë's good will. To sew a dress for Findis. You have no idea of true politics or relationships between the Ñoldor.