[Fëanor laughs. A haughty, bitter laughter. What was he even expecting. Pathetic.]

Of course you can! By all means, bristle and hiss to your heart's content. You're not being exactly original. I've seen it all. I should have predicted you must be someone from my useless brother's house.

[But the names. The names! He realizes too late that he does not recognize either. Did Fingolfin manage to get not one but two realms for himself? And this heir of his. They way he talked to him, Fëanor can recognize when he's not going to squeeze any information from someone. But he must know! Hm...]