You are so easy to surprise in there and your desk is very sturdy... How could a prince resist? Or a King, for that matter? [Most of his sneaking to Himring had been done well before his father died but that didn't mean the desire to go despite his duties didn't linger. He often thought about that desk and the person behind it.]

You clearly take after Aunty in more than just looks. [She had always loved Fingon too, letting him sneak into the house when Fëanor was out of earshot–usually at the forge or tormenting someone further into the city.] I found it quite charming right up until the age at which I could not stop thinking about your lips and you didn't even notice that.