In a study filled with books, Curufin sits at his desk, a letter held between his fingers. He carefully examines the Cirth letters written upon it. He had been asked to decipher some Dwarvish runes since Curufin was one of the few Noldor who could understand Khuzdul.

Hearing the footsteps of someone approaching, he slowly puts down the parchment and glances up. "Ah, I was expecting thee." He flashes a polite smile at the visitor. Here was another point of business he had to attend to.

"Sit." He gestures, eyes glittering. "I wish to discuss with thee matters of great import."