I quite enjoyed when the younger ones were babes. [They had loved him then, briefly, before their father's opinion had managed to get past their own.] I think they do not care. They are already against the Valar and even your father died. They assume, as you have done many times, that the halls or other places dead elves go is their destiny. [He kisses his hair softly. Fingon knows better than anyone Maedhros's darknesses.]

As safe as anyone can be, at least. I fear I could not outdo father if Morgoth came knocking. I would try though.