Atem laughs, no one had called him that way in a long time, it is strange, comforting and strange at the same time. "I do."

He listens attentively, as much as his drunken self allows him to. "Your father named you too... That's a very good name. Fitting, if you ask me."

"Ah well, mine... heh. It's the name of our creator god. A bit of a pompous name if you ask me, but it's mine." For someone who had forgot it for so long, it means much more than Curufin might imagine. "As someone I know said, my father expected a lot from me, I guess. I hope I haven't disappointed him much."