Ever the prince, my son. Ever the royal jewel. Strong and powerful, with kingly height and a warrior's breadth. Flat-stomached, with a broad chest and a toned torso, and limbs encased in hard, fine-tuned muscle. A typical Noldo, with dark brunette hair that shines in the sun's rays and shimmers in the moonlight. His pale skin and light rosy cheeks are soft to the touch, like velvet. He shines bright with the light of Aman. And his eyes: such bright, blue eyes. They can warm one's soul, break one's heart or chill one to the bone. Soft as silk, hard as stone. So trusting, yet so guarded. A true prince, that noble eye with defiant glare and that defensive stance with head held high betraying his noble lineage and royal blood.
My son, the warrior. Eagle-eyed, he misses nothing. Quick to anger, yet equally quick to defend. He fears nothing for his own safety and health, but everything for the safety and health of those around him. One for the Enemy to fear; a quick thinker, sly and cunning. He always solves the problem and wins the day. Driven, trained, skilled, professional, fighting comes natural to him. Eternally driven, he strives to be the best. He's a perfectionist when his skills already surpass all. Incredibly strong and wicked fast. A warrior prince.
My son, the diplomat. Forever solving arguments and keeping the peace. So clever with his words even the Valar may be stilled and placated. An honest negotiator. He could charm even the coldest of men. A diplomatic prince.
My son, the family's boy. The very best of elves. Warm, open, kind-hearted and soft. The centre of the family. Our world, our lives revolve around you. Everything we do, we do for you. So brave and spirited. I'm proud to have you by my side. So trustworthy and honourable. You couldn't be more perfect.
You're my star.