Curufin, a Lord of East Beleriand, walks tall as he makes his exit.

( Curufinwë glances over his shoulder with a mischievous and approving smile. He remembers how in their childhood and adolescence, Turgon was good at trading jibe for jibe, when the group of cousins vied with one another in sports, play, and playful insults. )

And then he is gone through the door.