"An echoed memory." He shrugs and reaches around her to pick through the sketches, pushing the sheets away from the stack until they form a circle. "In the same way ...he here entered your head, Tyelkormo, Celegorm, Turkafinwë, a great hunter and beastmaster. Or ...he. Carnistir, Caranthir, Morifinwe, whose talents chiefly lie at his grandmother's side, and it is a pity that she does not remain to teach him.

This one. Maitimo, or Nelyafinwë, Russandol... Maedhros. The eldest, strong but with little talent in any area. A good older brother though, reliable and trustworthy.

Or Arnold, of course. Makalaurë, Maglor. A great singer and composer. Or any of their brothers. ...Are there no women that you remember in the same way?"