[Yeah, he didn't understand it either. All he knew was Feanor and his family were powerful and old. And sort of idiots.

He watched with a slight frown as she pulled back. He found himself offering his hand again, but not pushing the issue. He nodded patiently and listened as she explained. The fact she wasn't human only barely changed his expression- perhaps more curious than before.]

That's alright. One of my best friends is a giant, green, rage monster with terrible fashion sense and I still like him.