[ It is the red hair that draws him. The flash of fire that is almost the right colour for his brothers, for his mother. It is the pup that holds him, the bittersweet memories of Celegorm and Huan rising up to engulf him ]
A strong name for a little one. [ He says eventually ] May he grow into it!
private voice;
A strong name for a little one. [ He says eventually ] May he grow into it!