Fucking. Pissed.
Okay. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
*Indis, sweetheart, I'm sorry you have the dubious pleasure of being related to me.
*Mahtan, I'm sorry for sleeping with your wife that time... those times...
*Amarië, I'm sorry for not being there while you were growing up. I'm sorry for not letting you cross the Ice. Obviously, this had nothing to do with me being concerned for your welfare, seeing as we all know how emotionally stunted I am. This, in fact, was an example of me being SELFISH.
*Maglor, I'm sorry we ever laid eyes on each other. Not as sorry as you are, I'm sure. You're right though, Lirulin, - I am a LYING BASTARD and, quite clearly, my not wanting to attack Ar-Pharazôn had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I deplore violence and everything to do with something personal and petty relating to our sordid past.
*Elenwë, I'm sorry for letting you cross the Ice. That was me being THOUGHTLESS.
*Anairë, I'm sorry that I can't think of anything to apologise to you for.
*Elemmirë, I'm sorry for marrying you. It was unfair of me. Now, I can't blame bereavement/rebound because, as I've already mentioned, I don't have the emotional capacity for anything like that. This was just me being FUCKED UP and FUCKING UP OTHERS. Oh, and a HEARTLESS BASTARD.
*Ingwiel, I'm sorry for ignoring you. Maybe you'd have had a better chance if you'd been illegitimate but maybe you're better off not having ever known me personally. This is me MAKING EXCUSES AND JUSTIFICATIONS FOR MY OWN SHORTCOMINGS.
*Caranthirë, I'm sorry for trusting you but, hey, that's just me being MISGUIDED. Please, ask yourself do you really want a bastard like me spending time with your son?
*Mornaquildë, I'm sorry for not being there enough for you. Don't doubt that I love you but you're probably right - I don't try hard enough. Again, this is me being SELFISH. You should ask your Nana what she really thinks of me, kid. I wouldn't like you to be under any illusions.
*Daeron, I'm sorry for fucking you over.
*Fëanor, Nerdanel, I'm sorry for fucking four of your children. As much as I'd like a clean sweep, they come with too much fucking baggage.
*Aulë, I'm sorry you didn't hit me harder.
*Ilaya, I'm sorry that one of the first Quendi you spoke to was such a waste of space. Stick with Ingwiel. I think he could do with a friend.
*Yavanna, I'm sorry. Just. Sorry. Don't waste your time caring for this useless slut, okay?
*Lómion, I'm sorry that you have seen this side of me. Now that you know what a complete FUCK UP I am, feel free to rip my heart out, okay? I probably deserve it but know that I love you more than anything on Arda.
Kids, the three of you. I'm sorry that your mother's minds wandered at inopportune moments. I'm sorry I actually ended up caring for you and I'm sorry that I'm too useless to show it. Amarië, I love you. You have always been the favourite of the Vanyarin harem. Ingwiel, keep up with what you're doing. There's every chance you'll turn out perfectly normal and I'm sure I'd love whatever you'll become. Mornaquildë, enjoy your weapons and your family and all the things I blatantly don't understand. I'm afraid I love you too.
And now, Tirion, a question remains. Do you believe a single fucking word I've said? Perhaps, more pertinently, do I?