How complex it must make life, to have Secret Identities! Worse than Curufin having the ability to revert to ghost form at will.

Curufn looked down and saw a couple of the sharp-toothed, sharp-clawed creatures swarming up his tree. He grinned and prepared to wield his blade, while trying to decode the miraculous pun. He kills the first of the creatures by doesn't get the pun. Still, he gives it his best.

"Ah, yes, all these lacerating remarks are fun but don't put a scratch on these creatures! Only our divinely-edged swords can do that!"