"Could you not ask?" Zelda frowns. "Forgive me, perhaps I was mistaken, but I was under the impression that Curufin was your son?"

She pauses, then shakes her head. "In another life, perhaps. If-" if the gods are kind to him,, she means to say, but there's something sickening about saying it. "Unless he comes to a place like this, I don't expect to see him again."