Children have a way of doing that. [Gabriel agrees, fondly, if a little sadly. He's long since come to terms with the idea that he'll never have children of his own, being entirely uninterested in sex of any kind, and a long established bachelor, but that doesn't mean that he can't every now and again be a little wistful about it, especially when so many of his friends are already grandparents.

He takes his tea with a grateful nod, drawing it close to himself and warming his hands around the cup. At least somethings seem to be universal.] Is it fair to tell the child and not the mother? [He asks, thoughtfully.]

Would you show me around the place? If you have time, that is. I have very few of Glorfindel's memories of this place, and I'm not sure I could even find my way back to where I woke.