In the courtyard of the House of Finwë grew a large apple tree. Its branches spread from the house to the gate and its leaves were thick. It was the perfect place to go to think, especially if you weren't yet allowed to leave the courtyard alone. Galadriel peered out through the leaves and watched the Mindon's beam slowly sweep around.
She looked through the items her brothers stored in the tree, hoping something would catch her interest. Munching on a biscuit she found, she looked at the title of one of Orodreth's books. It started with a P, the second letter might be R or V and the third had to be M (she knew N-for-Nerwendë and NG-for-Ingoldo.) Parma of course. That's what it was, after all. She tried to see the word in the letters, then leafed through a few pages for letters she recognized before putting it back. As she did so, she noticed a rope.
Fëanor and his five sons rode through the arched gate into the courtyard. It had been some time since he'd visited his father and wife and, despite his indifference towards his half-brothers and their families, he felt it only proper to meet his young niece. His horse now in the stable and his mind on one of his experiments, Fëanor strode towards the house.
When Galadriel heard footsteps, she grabbed the rope she'd tied securely to a limb and jumped. Who was he? Playing pranks on strangers wasn't good. When her momentum carried her back up into the tree, she began frantically grabbing at branches. If she could just stop, she could hide up in the tree. Though one branch half-broke as she grabbed it, she found herself swinging back down. This time, he was ready for her. He grabbed the rope, stopped it, and said, "Who might you be?"
Galadriel warily looked around at the unfamiliar faces, and then up at the stranger she'd almost swung into. "Nerwendë Artanis, daughter of Arafinwë son of Finwë. By what right do you enter my grandfather's house?"
The copper-haired man and the man with the harp started to laugh when they heard this, but the stranger silenced them with a glare. "I", he said, "am Curufinwë Fëanáro."
The first sign of Fëanor's arrival was Galadriel yelling "Let go of me now!" Holding her firmly by one ear, he angrily told everyone what had happened.
"Calm down. It was just a childish prank," said Finarfin. "Nerwendë, I think an apology is in order"
When Fëanor released Galadriel's ear, she rubbed it and said, "I should think so! How dare he do that to me!"
Before Fëanor had a chance to reply, Finrod took her upstairs.
Nerdanel said, "Don't tell me you came all this way just to sulk."
"She wanted me to apologize to her!"
"Of course. You'd have done the same."
"Yes. I probably would have." he grinned.
"You're much nicer to be around when you're in a good mood. I could even live with you for a couple of years."
"You changed your mind about another child?"
"Assuming you can get along with Nerwendë. I always did want a daughter."
"What's wrong with boys?"
"They grow up to be annoying men."
"Why did you marry me, then?"
"Who else could put up with you?"
Galadriel sat on the stone window-seat, kicking it. "He grabbed my ear!"
"Probably for the same reason you asked him to apologize."
"He's as stubborn as me?"'
"He's even more stubborn than you."
"I wish Father was more stubborn. He wanted me to apologize."
"You can't make a stubborn person listen by being stubborn. Father knows that."
"So you just have to let them push you around?"
"Sometimes you have to give way to get what you want."
"Did Father get what he wanted?"
"Yes. You out of the way until you both calm down."
Galadriel thought about this, then said "I think I'm ready to apologize. Don't we have some book by Uncle Fëanáro? Beginning mineral-something?"
"Beginning mineralogy."
"I want you to be reading it to me when he comes in."
"Sapphires and rubies have the same internal structure, differing only in their color," read Finrod. "Hello, Uncle Curufinwë."
"I'm sorry about earlier. I guess I get bored when I'm not learning or doing something."
"That's quite understandable. You're interested in gemstones?"
"Oh, yes! Do you like gemstones, Uncle Curufinwë?"
"I wrote that book."
"Really? You must know so much! Maybe you could... No. You must have better things to do than telling me about gemstones."
"Nonsense! Findaráto, move over and hand me that book."
It was several hours before Fëanor and Galadriel came back downstairs. "I wasn't sure what you'd like so I made this. It turned out to be a quite appropriate choice." Fëanor handed Galadriel a small gold tree with beryl leaves. She went around the room, showing it to everyone.
"I still can't believe she apologized." Finarfin said to Finrod. "That was quite an effective talk you had with her."
"Perhaps a little too effective."
"What makes you say that?"
Galadriel came over. "Uncle Fëanáro likes to hear himself talk, doesn't he?" she said quietly
"I'm afraid so," replied Finrod. "You seemed to be interested."
"It beats being yelled at. Besides, I thought he might have presents." Galadriel grinned and continued around the room.
Finarfin said, "I see what you mean."