[ It's probably just as well. Earendil's dislike of the man skirts dangerously close to hate, like it does for the rest of Feanor's sons. True hate currently being reserved for the Dark One and his servants. ]

Yes, I am sure that would bring you some sense of satisfaction. Dying at the hand of another elf. [ Half-elven he may be genetically, but he cast his lot with the eldar long ago. ] Fostering the evil that your father begat the moment he raised his sword against the shipwrights of Alqualonde.

I would have nothing from you. My home is lost, my sons raised by those who slew their own kind, and just thinking about the lengths you went for a gem makes me ill.