She considers this thoughtfully.

"He always had a temper." She says finally. "Even when we were young. But when we were younger, he burnt as brightly as you would expect from his namesake, flaring up and settling just as swiftly. Things began to truly sour when Morgoth was released. Feanaro never had truck with him, and yet.. and yet, his dislike of his step-mother and his half-siblings, so long a begrudging tolerance of their existence... began to harden. Especially as Nolofinwe seemed to take everything that he wanted - his father's love, his place at his father's side. Never mind that Feanaro would have hated such work! And then after he made the Silmarils... aye, aye. Something truly changed in him then."