Nerdanel's Sculpture (гет)

Fëanáro was not frightened. His resolute spirit was not inclined toward such a base emotion, least of all in the presence of Mahtan’s younger daughter.
Nevertheless, he stood in the doorway of Nerdanel’s workshop for several minutes before entering, in what in a lesser elf might be seen as hesitation. He watched her as she flitted back and forth around her current project, every movement of her body as much a work of art as the statue she chipped away at.
The statue whose identity he still could not determine.