"Yes, I suppose so. I have good memories of him, for the most part. But after he made the Silmarils, something changed. He was still there, and he still wanted his sons with him, but he was so obsessed with his creations that sometimes it was as though he wasn't really there with us. I never stopped loving him, though, and I think he still loved us."

He smiles at her and lays his hand over hers as it cups his cheek. "I know you will wait for me. And I will find a way to come to you, however difficult it may be."