It's rather late in the evening, and Fëanor is getting Maglor ready for bed. The little blind boy is lying in his bed, half-awake, clutching his stuffed animal tightly with a pacifier in his mouth, whilst Fëanor gently undoes the small boy's braids, as he hums a lullaby. Maglor is almost asleep, but he reaches out with his hands, trying to find where Fëanor is.

Fëanor: "Hey, sweetie, I'm here, it's ok... What's the matter, Laurë?"

Maglor: "Wan' a story... Please, Adar, I wan' a story..."

Fëanor: "Ok, Káno... What story do you want?"

Maglor: "Hmmm... I wan' a story bout... Oh! I wan' a story bout Grandfather, or Uncle Ara and Uncle Nolvo... Please, Adar?"