Not in the way you are thinking, I am sure. But we grow restless, with nought to do. My folk, the Noldor... we have always been folk who need to do things. Without work for our hands, our minds grow restless. There are some things we would rather leave sleeping.
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Not in the way you are thinking, I am sure. But we grow restless, with nought to do. My folk, the Noldor... we have always been folk who need to do things. Without work for our hands, our minds grow restless. There are some things we would rather leave sleeping.