*cannot help but notice the look you are giving Glorfindel and wonders if, in spite of your seeming intelligence, you have had the wool pulled over your eyes by her son* *rather generously* Well, he might have been a great man, I am sure. *with a rather pained expression* It does not sound as though he amounted to a great deal on Órë though he was quite the centre of attention in Tirion, back on Arda by all accounts.
*with a sweet, sweet smile (and Glorfindel is still all tense beside her)* So, Ecthelion. Tell me, what do you do?