Fëanor is reembodied on a drizzly day in the middle of spring, and does not expect to be greeted by anyone or anything, given that he had sent word to his parents and sons to stay away.
If he had expected anyone, it would have been Fingolfin, who was far too much like his son and would try to repair things until they broke into dust, and not Eärwen, who had once stood on tiptoes and poured a pitcher of wine over Fëanor's head long before he had descended into kinslaying and madness.
"Do not look at me like you have never seen me before, Fëanáro," her words come fast and hard and he expects her to scream at him, but instead she only continues, "Come, we must be the first to trust in this new peace or else all the work my husband has done will be for naught."
The Silmarillion, Eärwen, Fëanor
If he had expected anyone, it would have been Fingolfin, who was far too much like his son and would try to repair things until they broke into dust, and not Eärwen, who had once stood on tiptoes and poured a pitcher of wine over Fëanor's head long before he had descended into kinslaying and madness.
"Do not look at me like you have never seen me before, Fëanáro," her words come fast and hard and he expects her to scream at him, but instead she only continues, "Come, we must be the first to trust in this new peace or else all the work my husband has done will be for naught."