They've arrived already. Fëanáro is even younger than she's have imagined him from hearing his voice, if he were human he wouldn't be older than five. He's holding the hand of a very pretty man who has pointy ears himself but obviously is not a Vulcan. They both have long hair in elaborate braids and Fëanáro leaps thirty feet in the air at the sight of her. "Pointy Bella! Welcome to Davlia!"