"Have you seen the kinds of things she makes?" Glorfindel shakes his head. "Almost enough to put you off trying to do anything like it, because there is no way you could ever be that good."

"Oh, you do," Glorfindel assured him. "Under your nails, in your hair, in...places you most certainly would not have expected it. All to produce a few misshapened pots that you wouldn't spend a copper on normally. As Art goes," he thought a moment, "I'd say singing is my best skill. Though I am not Maglor's quality! Again, not someone you want to compare yourself to."