"Fe...well, that's not something I'd expected, though why I shouldn't have considering I have met you here," Glorfindel said. "Has he...mellowed at all?" To him, Feanaro had been dead for two ages, and the Halls were a place of Healing and Self-Reflection. If the elf that had, on several occasions, spun their world onto a new course, managed to change, well, Glorfindel would withhold judgement until he could see the other in action and determine for himself what kind of an elf he was now. Though the comment about setting the train on fire did make him wonder.

"I would be happy to discuss it in more detail with you, of course, Fingon," Glorfindel said. "Which part has you lost? We can start there."