After some consideration, I have decided to backtrack on the timeline and introduce the views of other elves of Nargothrond.

Gildor

Year 102

Glad to finally meet my Ada, though we look nothing alike. Ended up with new Noldorin name Gildor Inglorion. Some awkwardness finding out King Finrod has no idea who my Nana is. Promptly found myself assisting as his liaison with Dwarven allies though. Ugh, they are not lovely to look at although methinks those beards must keep them warm and toasty in their caves. Not sure what to make of this Amarie lady Edrahil the valet claims is Finrod's betrothed who stayed behind in Valinor. I mean, Ada did stick a life-size statue of her in his study, but everyone knows that is his private sanctum, more so than his bedchamber. I am welcome to borrow his scrolls on Dwarvish language and customs, though Edrahil helpfully showed me the secret stash of artbooks hidden behind them and offered to hook me up with some obliging lady. I declined the offer as it will never work out. I tried it before in Doriath with disastrous results and to my Nana's disappointment. Edrahil then asked if I preferred males and offered to link me up with a discreet partner, who is not sharing or has not shared my Ada's bed. I think I will like it here in Nargothrond, even if it is a bit damp. I wonder if I will ever be as attractive as my Ada. He just oozes sex appeal, even when he is just eating grapes across the table from me. Is this something with blond Noldor? Now I need a cold bath…

Year 116

Asked Edrahil if Ada will like it if we fashioned a doll for him in the likeness of his betrothed for his bed to cheer him up seeing he has been moping around lately. I have seen Daeron cuddling up with one such doll (a very poor likeness of Luthien), before the lady had it cast on a midsummer bonfire and had her mother slap a keep-away-from-my daughter spell on him for several years. Luthien relented eventually as there was no better musician in the realm than Daeron. Warned not to push my luck as I was the first of his so-called children who managed to keep relationships with the Dwarves cordial without triggering some farce that will result in me being packed off to Lord Cirdan's for reasons of my personal safety. Moreover, His Majesty was not pining for his betrothed but some cousin who has since disappeared into the mountains. I'm sorry, did we just lose a relative to some mountain troll? Also, how many half-siblings do I have?

Year 150

Ada sends me out on trips alone now that he has to stay in Nargothrond to run the place. Not that I miss the 'creeping about the tents in the dark to some hot elf's bedroll for a tryst without waking Ada' part of the journeys. I still get nightmares about the time he intercepted one such tryst by stumbling into the wrong tent, singing 'Elves up a Tree' and fresh from the river sans clothes. He has quite a body, but still, he is my nominal father. I should not be thinking such thoughts about my Ada.

I fear Ada might be getting restless about the whole thing. Mapped quite a bit of the land while maintaining ties with various realms. The Feanorions aren't as scary as they are made out to be, except Mad Maedhros, who is highly unpredictable at the best of times and downright psychotic at others. Tried venturing into the mountains to the north but kept getting chased off by angry birds. Methinks the Great Eagles have a nesting ground there.

I am not overly fond of the Eagles though Ada seems to have an arrangement with them for letters and the like. There is a large dead tree near the entrance to the city where the Eagles could drop off any important letters from Gondolin (the other hidden Noldor city) and pick up any royal mail. The folks in Gondolin take 'hidden' to a new level with their no-visitors rule and everyone who goes there has to stay in the city for life. Ada has been trying to cadge an invite from his cousin Turgon to no avail. I doubt posting him erotic poetry and art will soften his attitude. Hopefully, Ada will give up on that invite and we can go on a hunt with that blond Feanorion and his shadow.

Undated

Scary things to me:

Mad Maedhros

Angry eagles

Orcs and the like

Dwarvish custom of knife-tossing

Ada walking in on me and Celegorm the Fair snogging

Author's Notes:

We know what those angry birds are guarding.

I am leaving up to the readers to guess how many of Finrod's so-called offspring are actually his. It is a running gag in my other parody fic about Finrod having too many kids and no way (or interest) in keeping track of them.