It seems a desire of your entire family to have a daughter... When your father was here and in the brief time that I knew him, he too seemed to think of me as a daughter. My hair reminded him of his family it seemed and rightfully so, having seen Nerdanel's fiery tresses.

[She smiles a little. Her interactions with Fëanor had been nerve wracking and yet oddly wistful. During the time that she had only known him by his Quenya name and not his sindarized version, she could have almost seen him as a father figure: Stern but gentle. And now with Nerdanel... it felt similar, only she was less intimidating.]

Your mother seems to think of me a bit as a daughter. I would not be insulted if you wished to think similar. In truth, my family was taken from me while I was young and though I was raised to view my best friend as a brother, he is still the son of my king and therefore a little removed from me in terms of genuine closeness.