"Then I will do my best to stay alive," Fingon looks up, and reaches up to press his forehead against his brother's, " and you will try to stop worrying, yes? Fair is fair."

That is not how this works, but obviously that's immaterial compared to calming down his fussy younger sibling.

"Perhaps..." although Fingon isn't too optimistic on that front. "But unless the library's volumes appears out of thin air, someone wrote those books. And someone chose them. And if the most obvious candidates are our hosts....

He doesn't want to let you down, Turno. But you should be prepared for disappointment.

And maybe some funny looks. Like the one Fingon is wearing now.

"What are you talking about?"