And more will likely try in the months to come. But the gods keep their secrets close, and this one most of all.

[His lips press tightly together at that. Fingon is not fond of the gods, though he can't bring himself to hate them either.]

They are fleeing an enemy, you see, one which seems intent on killing them. The power they harvest from us gives them the strength to survive.

Most of those here are Men, yes. Not all, though.

[A brief smile; the pointed ears and glowing should make it obvious which group Fingon belongs to.]