"I remember. We went a few times in Alqualonde as well, when Mother was visiting friends. And Ingo was given a set of smaller puppets by one of his uncles for... his twelfth begetting day? Fifteenth?"

They'd been ordered specially from the same puppet makers, he remembers that much.

Fingon pauses, considering the situation for a minute.

Then he shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair, and comes out with it.

"You might want to shape up as much as you can before you see her, you know. It looks as though your father's in stasis. If she's not been told yet, she will be soon."