"Even so."

She huffs, and smiles - wry and sad and knowing.

"Some are very stubborn. Tis not until they suffer the loss of all they hold dear and know it to be at their own doing that they learn. So it was for my Feanaro."

For what jewel did the greatest of the Noldor hold more dear than any than his sons, who destroyed themselves for his sake while he could do nothing.