First time dad FΓ«anor interpreting infant Maedhrosβs inarticulate utterances with great certainty:
Maedhros: nnnng AHHHH g g g
FΓ«anor, plucking him from his cradle: SO! You want your blanket refolded into a triangle and not a square. Admirable aesthetic judgement. It shall be done.
(With his other arm he refolds it with unnecessary geometric precision)
(Maedhros grabs for FΓ«anorβs circlet while drooling on his collar)
FΓ«anor: Ah! An eye for keen workmanship over fine raiment.
Maedhros: bBbbbBb (wriggling and kicking)
FΓ«anor: you desire to be borne aloft that you may inspect the proportions of the room by every angle!
(He grasps him under the arms and banks around the room a few times like a great eagle)
(Maedhros shrieks in delight)
FΓ«anor: as I perceived. You and I understand each other, my son.



















