Curufin admired women who had quite a mouth and were good archers! -- his cousin Aredhel was that sort, and he missed her as Will missed Kayla.

But he'll live without the ambrosia, and he'd be the first to tell Will to save it for a real emergency.

"Makes sense," he murmured, feeling the pull of sleep again. It hadn't felt like a natural sleep, but who's complaining? "You'd better go and take that break, then. I wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself."

Well, they had that in common. They had both watched the dissolution of their world and tried to stop it from happening while people died.