I think I’d ask Elrond:

After everything you’ve seen—watching kingdoms rise and fall, losing your brother to mortality, enduring the fading of your people, and sending your daughter to an uncertain fate—was there ever a moment when you wished you had chosen mortality yourself?

Probably not obscure enough, but a rediscovery: This thing about Feanor asking for a single strand from Galdriels hair and being refused three times. I forgot about that and recently reread it. I just love this because it’s adding so much depth to that scene with Gimli.

I‘ve got that one, and I love it…illustrations and all