My days are full of duties and chores for the king. But my nights, my cold lonely nights…

The mirth is gone from me. I seldom smile. I wanted to hate her and blame her for what her people had done. But she swore she had no part in it and neither did her brothers. She begged me to forgive them, to forgive her. It was love and loyalty to one side of their family that kept them from revealing the sins of those kin to the other side of their family.

I still cannot believe that the so-called “wise” Noldor murdered the Teleri -- my own kin across the sea -- in cold blood over a few ships floating in a harbor. How could the children of Finarfin and Eärwen come to the board of their kinsmen red-handed from the slaying of their own kin, of our own kin?

The daughter of Finarfin has been sent away with her brothers. Do I even still love her?