“- I’ve never met anyone who could indeed be described as a “breathtaking beauty”, - said Fëanor coldly, - except...
He stood still, frozen, clenching his cold fingers over the balcony railing.
He answered the question the manager did not dare to ask - no one would feel free to ask such question to a heir of the former royal dynasty - “is he the one you have in mind?”
- Yes, - Fëanor muttered. And again: Yes”.












