*has absolutely no idea why his granddad would come up (except Thingol is king and... well, wouldn't that be a selling point for most fathers? hi, Dad, I'm dating a prince-type-thing?)*
*is getting more upset, though, the more he listens to you almost-crying down the line* *slides off his bed and starts to pace, his long legs eating up the short span between his walls (four steps there, four steps back)* Yeah, she is... and yeah, my dad's Beren. *uncomprehending* I've heard some of the stories and stuff, but (*shrug*) they're just my mom and dad.
*chewing the inside of his cheek, thinking furiously* This is bullshit, Lily. There's gotta be something we can do. Can you get out tonight? Maybe we can see each other before you go, and figure out something from there?