*runs his hand through his hair a bit nervously* Well, I met her in Delving and she was waiting tables, Dad, and I figured that it just wasn't right and I honestly thought you'd be happy to see her even if she isn't quite how you remembered her and, really, if it was true love, surely the fact that he's a she now shouldn't really matter.
*imagines a wall, just like his therapist told him to* *imagines breaking it down, brick by brick* *gives up and imagines beating his head against it because that? Is far more satisfying*
No. Lúthien is the daughter of Elwë and unless you've knocked her up too, I'm really not interested.
I'll admit that it's not quite the way I would have wished to have learned of my impending grandfatherhood but there you have it. You, according to Olwë, have impregnated his daughter. His only daughter, I hesitate to add, who used to be married to my uncle.
*leans back* So. What do you intend to do about this?
And now, I note, you're no longer denying her existence. *waves a hand* We'll have the DNA testing done, of course, but the fact is that Olwë is not the sort to get off his ass and come all the way down here unless he truly believes that you are the father of his daughter's baby.
*stands up* Congratulations, Ereinion Gil-galad. Once again, you have completely failed to live up to the very low expectations I had of you.
*quietly* Me of all people? Me, the man who brought you up as his own? Who taught you and loved you and didn't pass you off to Círdan this time and gave you your very own ski resort kingdom? Yes, of course, Gil-galad. I'm clearly the villain here.