*slams his fist down on his desk, making the pencil cup rattle* HE TRIED TO KILL MY BOY!
*his poison-dagger glare only faltering (endear Domíran to you) for a second* Let them come. I'm not afraid of Fingon's nation of politicians or Turgon's aristocrats, grown soft behind their walls. I've already begun to expel the handful of Fëanorian-lovers brazen enough to have settled here.