"Being a parent, I think, is not easy," he said carefully. Tuor loved his son - there was no doubt of that. But being a father had not been the easy days of fishing and instilling wisdom that he had hoped. He had so little to model off of - he had never known his own father - and the elves, while raising him generously and kindly - had not been parents. Eärendil had brought out the best and the worst in him - had given him some of his best moments and some of his most desperate ones. Half of the time he worried that he would destroy the child with his incompetence.
"In fact, I think it is terribly difficult. And it is wrong of me to expect you to do it alone. He is my son as well, and the difficulty of raising him should be shared. And I do love him, Itarillë. He is a joy to me as well. He is the best of us, I think. All of our best qualities put together and magnified. But he is also some of our worst - it is a shame we are both so stubborn."