My mother was gentle and yet unyielding, firm and steady - Nerdanel the Wise they called her. She was a sculptor of amazing skill, whose statues they said seemed almost alive. Father was... [ how do explain Feanor ] he was brilliant. The best of all our people at everything that he turned his hand to, in craft or lore. He was fire to mother's stone, a blaze that drew all to himself. But also one that consumed us all in the end - my mother, my brothers, my people, and even himself.

I love them both.