It's a cold winter's evening, and the two are sat in the private wing of the palace, in front of a large fireplace. Finrod is gently brushing Ereinion's hair, whilst the little boy is quietly doing a puzzle on the floor. Eventually, Ereinion speaks.

Ereinion: "Adar... Why do you look so sad all the time?"

Finrod freezes. He's thought that he's been quite careful in not letting his feelings show, but he must have slipped up at some point.

Finrod: "Can I tell you a secret, Erei? I miss my family a lot. I haven't seen any of them since I was a little elfling, like you..."

Ereinion: "Really? Even you get sad about family? Who do you miss the most, Adar?"

A small smile crosses Finrod's face, despite his feelings of sadness.

Finrod: "Well, my little Erei, I miss my uncle Fëanor the most..."

Ereinion: "Fëanor? Like the one from all the stories?"