"What is that?"
With an excited bark, the puppy wiggled its way from Tyelkormo's arms and ran to Fëanáro to plant over-large paws on his legs. It barked again, seeming to grin as its eyes sparkled.
"He is a hound, Atar," Tyelkormo said.
"Yes, but why is it here?" Visions of shattered jewels and his workshop in shambles played before Fëanáro's mind's eye like a nightmare.
A delighted squeal from Curufinwë interrupted them as the child ran into the room to wrap his chubby arms around the dog. "Puppy! Tyelko has puppy!"
Fëanáro sighed. "Just keep out of my workshop!"