Finwë looked about the crowded room until he spotted them, arguably the handsomest of his exceptional grandchildren. Two heads nearly level, bright and dark, inclined slightly toward one other. One would not see what they hid if one knew not to look for it. Russandol suppressed a poignant, tender look, covering it with a practiced public smile, and Findekáno, once shy, now conspicuous in his daring, controlled a grin of triumph. Wise child Káno had known what he wanted, pursued and won his prize. Finwë could not give them his blessing but neither could he withhold his sympathy. Eru bless them.