*tonelessly, all the feeling he can muster when most of him is trying to deal with what just happened (what almost happened)* What a pretty mess she is, you mean. *stops walking at his car and meets your eyes (she doesn't get it at all)* Drive her car to Írissë's, will you? Lily, give him your keys.
*his flinty, accusing gaze shifting back to his daughter* You didn't tell me you'd met Thingol. You could have been killed.