[There's not much in this, or any other world that will stop Fëanor dead in his tracks. But the sound of his wife's voice is one of those things. He drops the cup of coffee he's about to drink, and hastens to her side.]
Nerdanel? You're... here.
[It's not really a question, but he's still shocked.]
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Nerdanel? You're... here.
[It's not really a question, but he's still shocked.]