It took a while after the Valar vanished from the hall once more, for the elves there to relax. Quite the tense situation had been formed while they were present, and Princess Nelyafinwë knew that it would be some time before everyone truly relaxed.

She saw her father, Fëanáro standing talking with Nolofinwë, and hoped that now the Valar were gone, he would not just drop his pretenses of being apologetic. It had been Feanáro's actions that had seen her family moving away from Tirion out to Formenos, far from the capital.

He had gone too far. I can only hope that now he has reconciled with Nolofinwë, that we will visit Tirion more often. She knew how hard that move had been for her mother, after all, Nerdanel's parents had remained in Tirion, so she had no one aside from her mate and children.

Nelyofinwë walked through the crowded hall. At times she strayed closer to where her first born but younger brother Kanofinwë stood, playing his harp. It was a beautiful melody to listen to, even if she had heard him play many times back in Formenos. That harp, however, was a different one to the one he had here. I remember how upset he was when father said he couldn't bring that harp with him when we left.

It was a rather beautiful one, made of white oak wood, carved quite intricately, with pale white strings. Tall though, and heavy looking, which was the reason Fëanáro had stated it would remain in Tirion. Nelyofinwë knew how much her brother missed that harp when they were in Formenos, he had always loved playing it. She also had the feeling their father had refused to let him bring it with them because it had been a gift from Arafinwë.

I wish he would accept the fact our uncles do want to be a part of our lives. They do not want to replace him. She doubted that Fëanáro would ever really allow that to happen. It did not help that she knew he was very much against the fact that she was interested in Findekáno, who happened to be Nolofinwë's firstborn.

"Enjoying the party?" Arms she knew well wrapped around her waist.

Nelyafinwë smiled looking up at Findekáno. "Indeed Poldórëa…"

The midnight haired ellon chuckled. "I do not think this is the best place to be calling me that, considering the Valar were here not long ago, and will surely be keeping an eye on us all, Nelya."

She shrugged. "I can hardly call you Káno, since that's my brother's nickname."

Findekáno nodded. "I suppose that would get a little confusing if you did. I'm glad you're having fun, even with how stressful this day has been."

Nelyo snorted. "I think that is an understatement. Considering how much my father did not want to have to face Nolofinwë again."

While she did not really understand the animosity between her father, and Findekáno's, she was glad that it might be at it might be at its end. The bitterness between Finwë's many sons had gone on for far too long.

"Now at least things can relax a bit," Findekáno replied. "We might get to spend a lot more time together too."

She shook her head. "I wouldn't think it will relax that much. My father is very stubborn as you know."

Nelyo looked around the hall. She could see Kánofinwë still playing his harp, with plenty of elves listening to the music nearby. Two of her other brothers could be seen talking to one of the few Vanyar in the hall. Her youngest brothers, the twins Telufinwë and Ambarussa were sitting against one of the many marble pillars, watching what was going on. Trust those two hunters to be keeping an eye on everyone and not participating in anything. They were strange, preferring each other's company to anyone else's.

Her eyes searched, looking for the one who would have been watching everything while her father apologised to Nolofinwë. She herself had not been far from her family, but she had lost sight of her grandfather after that.

"Can you see Finwë anywhere?" she asked.

Findekáno looked around for a few moments. "I think I can see him over close to where your atar is. Fëanáro seems to have left my atar alone for the time being."

She nodded. "Shall we head over and have a chat to him? After all, we have a celebration to have soon, and I think they both need reminding of that before Atar ponders returning to Formenos."

Findekáno laughed. "Yes that might be for the best considering he'll decide to leave before we have the chance to remind him, if we don't. He might not have to leave again, but knowing him, he'd be quite happy putting distance between us again."

Nelyo sighed. "I wish he'd be a little more accommodating, but i think that is a moot point. He's far too interested in having things go his way, and not the way others want."

"And what are you two talking about this time?"

Nelyo smiled at the red haired ellith who had joined them. "Oh just about reminding Atar that there is still one more celebration to attend before he chooses to go back to Fomenos, ammë."

Nerdanel chuckled. "Yes I do think Fëanáro needs reminding about that. Want me to come, iel-nya?"

Nelyo considered her mother's words. She knew that her father would not be too willing to accept what she wanted to talk to him about.

"Perhaps That would be a good idea, ammë."

Together the three elves walked toward where Findekáno had seen Finwë standing with Fëanáro. It took a little bit to get through all the elves in the hall but they did make it.

"Atar?" Nelyo asked.

Fëanáro frowned as he turned to look at her. "Yes Nelyofinwë, What is it?"

She didn't much like his annoyed tone but knew she couldn't say anything about that. "We just wanted to remind you that we can't go home yet…"

Finwë chuckled. "Indeed I was just trying to remind Feanáro about that.."

Nerdanel looked at Fëanáro. "And just why are you not listening?"

Fëanáro frowned. "What do you mean? There isn't anything I've been made aware of that we need to stay here for.."

"Actually there is Atar, or have you forgotten about Findekáno and I?" Nelyo asked.

Fëanáro looked between the two of them. "So you two won't listen to reason will you?"

"Our fëa want each other," Findekáno replied calmly. "It would be wrong to ignore that, Prince Feanáro."

Nerdanel smiled. "There can be no surer sign of this being meant to be than that, Fëanáro. That was what guided us to each other after all. Nelyofinwë and Findekáno might be cousins but they are not full cousins after all. Nolofinwë is only your half-brother."

Finwë smiled. "I for one would like to see the family reunited, and what better way is there than this?"

Fëanáro sighed. "I suppose you are right… We will stay until that celebration at least."

"Thank you Atar." Nelyo hugged him.