Oops! *quickly snatches up Bagshot and cradles him, in Quenya* Terribly sorry about that. This is Bagshot; he's our pet cat, not a threat. *pets calmingly, gives Feanor a soothing smile*

*wonders about this use of "blonde" as an insult* I'm sorry you had such a bad experience with them. *carefully* I have to admit I have no love for Turgon from what interaction I have had with him. *frowns, sips his wine*

And please do let me know if you need us to fix up a room for you.

So, do you have plans for any more marvels from your forge in the works?