ahahahah! I love the bathos here! I suspect we've all marvelled at Eönwë's long-wided (albeit beautifully poetic) greeting, and how Eärendil didn't respond by either punching him or at least asking him what the hell he's talking about. And yet, I was caught unaware by the punchline! You've built it up masterfully with Eärendil's musings on fear, on his life, on the strange feeling of returning "home" to a place he's only ever heard stories about, and of recognising both the familiar layout and the uselessness of the decorative walls. I love Eärendil's impatience at the end of the day, as well as him recognising the signs of speechifying! This was a delight.