She shouldn’t even be here. It’s too dangerous. Fëanor knows better, and tries to remember that, than to argue with his wife. She knows what she’s doing way more often than he does. It doesn’t help to lessen his worry. So whatever the mission objectives are, they’re not his current priority.

“I don’t like the way those whirlwinds look. They don’t behave natural.“

Not all places in Aman were meadows or lush forests. There was snow in the mountains and it wasn’t uncommon for a gust of wind to pick loose snow from the ground and twirl it in a shimmering twister. What never happened was for such phenomena to have a presence. To look as if it moved with intention.