“I cannot understand that little one at the festival yesterday.”
“Which one? The one who was gushing about Feanor being his hero?” Glorfindel and Elrond were sitting in the parlor, waiting for Erestor.
Elrond nodded. “Knowing what he did, how can anyone perceive him in such a way? Perhaps the child does not know the full story.”
“There are many elflings fully aware of Feanor’s deeds who still hold him in high regard.” As Erestor entered, Glorfindel added, “And a few full grown elves as well.”
“Inferring something?” asked Erestor as he sat down, eyes glued to his book.
“You envy Feanor,” said Glorfindel simply. Erestor did not deny it.
“Why?” questioned Elrond.
Erestor looked up. “If you have to ask, you will never understand.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor re: Feanor