Once in a while over the centuries, Arafinwe hunts down his sister-in-law. Sometimes to keep her company. Others to get her aide in some matter or another. And still others just to drag her out because she's spent far too much time alone in her workshop. He understands some of her pain - he does. But he cannot, and will not, allow her to completely self-destruct.

This visit he just...has...something rather important to get her to do. Regarding a certain new arrival from the East. He waits until the usual pleasantries are taken care of and they're well into the visit before broaching it.

"One of the newest arrivals from Middle-Earth has been asking to meet you. It seems that two of your sons are his fathers." Bland. Straight-faced. Eyes maybe a little too bright.