*lifts his chin and, for a moment, he is a Lord of Gondolin and you are one of her (one of his) people* *and then, blinking, becomes that same simple Quendë who used to chase around after baby Peredhil in an attempt to keep them in line*
What made the difference? *lifting one shoulder in a shrug because he is honestly curious; he cannot know what makes you strong and if it will keep you strong*