*pretends to think about this for a while* His most trusted advisor. That's sweet kid, really. But you know Elwë doesn't take advice from anyone, right?
*snaps his head up from drooping to look at you sharply*
Who do you think you are NO ONE calls him that except his wife the bitch his title is THINGOL and it's disrespectful to refer to him in any way I should have your head for that besides it's Quenya and we don't speak Quenya. GOT IT.
The day I start calling him by a title besides 'you ass' is the day you can have my head, kid. I'll cut it off and hand it to you myself. Until then, *slaps the back of your head* you'll mind your manners. GOT IT?
Right, right. Because you're his son, isn't that what you said? *laughs* Sorry, kid, I don't mean to disappoint you, but I have a hard time believing that. A hard time.
*really doesn't like it when people don't believe his paternity claims*
Why do you say that? It is true. It's what my mother always said. "It was a little indiscretion on his part, he could barely keep his hands off me, but it was the most important night of my life because it gave me you. Of course, he can't claim you as his own, even if he'd like to, because of Melian. He's terrified of Melian. She'd kill him if she ever knew." It's true. Mommy wouldn't lie.
Look, kid, I hate to crush your spirit and all. *actually really likes to crush his spirit* The thing is, there's no way it happened like that. Impossible.
*raises his voice just enough so that the newspaper man sitting a few seats down can hear him clearly*
"Thingol" is GAY. Can't you see it? Maybe only I can because I've known him his whole life. Melian's just his beard. Damn, are you blind? It's a waste of a woman, too, believe me. There's no way he'd touch your mother -- or any woman at all. He like to ride it bareback style.