{He has spent time painting the shells by hand, adding flushes of vivid color to the hues the sea gave them. Said hues will work nicely in Maglor's new bedroom.}

I like to sit and paint, but your shells call to me too.

{And sometimes he finds delightful creatures making a home out of them! Thranduil glances at a hermit crab he has taken under his wing. The little creature is always hard at work, it seems.}

No matter where I go, I think of you. Does that make me a poor Sinda?