[ he smiles- looks to celebrimbor, and smiles. you get caught in a rut of thinking of final moments over the joys of the rest of it. ] Yes. I had no greater desire as a husband. [ his voice is steady ]. When we return to Arda, when you and my wife both are released from the Halls, perhaps I could- premature though this invitation is- beg your company for a meal?

[ but between then and now is a long, long road, with too many perils to name, without light to guide them along it. he looks to celebrimor's leg, to where he touches it, and keeps an even tone. it is, he has found, the easiest way to deal with these things. ]

Am I free to assume you came from before the seventeen hundredth year of the Second Age?