A/N:  Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they be for ever. (Part of the Prophecy of the North, Chapter 9, Of the Flight of the Noldor)

Comfort

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"Why do you weep, granddaughter?" Melian stepped from the nearby pavilion and sat down next to her granddaughter.

"What kind of mother am I?" Elwing wailed. "I chose the Silmaril over my own children!"

The Maia drew her Elwing into her embrace.  "You were alone; you had no choice under the Prophecy of the North.  The Sons of Fëanor are Doomed to ever be dispossessed of the Silmarils.  Their own Oath and the Doom of the Noldor forced you to do as you did."

"But my sons; Elrond, Elros--"

"The line of Lúthien Tinúviel will not fail," Melian foretold.