*shakes her head* I dislike living in fear. I refuse to give in to this foolishness any more than I must to keep my son safe and my husband sane. *doggedly determined (as only a Finrod can be)* I was calling to tell you that I'm going to speak to Uncle Elwë myself, actually. *beat* If he'll speak to me, that is.
*smiles best way to beat the awkward is to ignore it!* He's enormous. Growing like a mallorn on fast-forward. We've decided he has your Turvo's coloring and my temperament. Which really is best all around, wouldn't you say?
commence wrangling her again
*raises her eyebrows* Really? What little bird was this?