After the other couple passed by, Fingolfin said to his wife in a lowered voice, “She only asked you what Turgon was doing; you did not need to embarrass yourself about Fingon.”
“What is so embarrassing about what he does? He is a beautiful dancer.”
“That is just it,” hissed Fingolfin. “I never expected to hear the word beautiful used to describe my son, or anything he does. Did you see the looks on their faces? No one understands what it is he does. They all think the same thing: Eldest son of Fingolfin, a dancer?”
“They are not the ones who need to understand,” countered Anaire before leaving her husband standing alone in the marketplace. “You are the only one who needs to understand.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Fingolfin and Anaire, re: Fingon