50. The sons

"Mother?" a call from one of the other hallways could be heard. Aragorn saw an elf very similar to Fëanor both in face and stature.

"Your mother is not here…" he whispered sadly, because he knew Curufin is looking for Nerdanel, separated from her husband and sons by their oath. He felt pity for her in his heart.

Curufin continued down the hall, looking for Nerdanel. It seemed everybody was looking for someone here, someone they could not find. Suddenly Curufin stopped before a tapestry. "It was my knife…" he said slowly. "My knife that cut the Silmaril from Morgoth's crown. Angrist, given to be by Telchar… Beren took it, but it was mine…"

Then he saw Caranthir. He was just sitting there, with his face hidden in his palms. A tapestry was behind his back, depicting a woman clad in simple green and brown clothes of the Edain. Her look was fierce, and she was holding a sword in her hand.

But Caranthir was not looking at Haleth, who has long ago passed beyond the Circles of the World. He was looking at the tapestry across of him. There was an elven woman, looking across the Sea… waiting for him - his wife. Still she is waiting, and he will not come…

In that moment, another elf passed him, a dark-haired Noldo of proud and kingly bearing. Caranthir stared at him for several heartbeats, as if trying to connect the face with a name. When the Noldo was almost gone, he suddenly stood up. "Fingolfin!" he called, but the Elf-lord did not turn and continued down the corridor with measured step. "I hate you, Fingolfin!" Caranthir called after him, but when his voice faded, the elven king was already gone…