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In that moment, when he spoke of leaving the dark eaves of Nan Elmoth, I was prouder of my son than I had ever been before. In his face was determination and courage, the will to break his father's commands. Here was my son of the Noldor. I deemed he was no longer of the House of Eöl, for his heart was true and his mind set, now he was a member of the House of Fingolfin; noblest of all houses that walk upon this side of the sea. Now he is my son.
"Come Lómion, I shall guide you to the Hidden City."
A/N: This story came from the quote in the Silmarillion and my view that Maeglin was always divided between his parents.
