Fëanáro listens carefully to the exchange, his sharp mind filing away pieces of vocabulary, hints of grammar and syntax that indicate a less rigid structure to their tongue than possessed even by Þindarin. Still, he knows he will need some books, and soon, if he is to gain any more rapid comprehension, and a fuller vocabulary than the paltry handful of words he has gained in this afternoon.

"Cow is just fine, although I would not mind venison. It has been long since I tasted either, and so I look forward to it."