A sad story. His story is full of sorrow. Happiness too, and anger, but it started with sorrow and with sorrow it ended. Has he been finally given a chance for it to be something else? Who can know that...

"I do. I learned from the best." Fëanor says, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames of the furnace.

The one who taught him everything he knows about metals and gems, about the tools and the fire, and how to work with them, would probably never want to speak with him again.

Fëanor looks back at Mio.

"I can show you what I do and how I do it if you so wish," he says with a slight incline of his head "You have been most kind to me, letting me use your forge, and for that I am grateful."

He is better at doing than explaining what he did but it doesn't mean he won't try. He was able to teach Curufin so it can't that bad.