"Just like the Silmarils your father made, that you can never approach in your own work!"
"Haha! Merry Yule! Stop crying and you can have some of Káno’s fruit cake!"
…so Phoebe and I had a conversation about all the Feanorians each getting their own personalised snowglobes for Christmas.
we’re such terrible people sometimes
you’re all bastards and I love you