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Feanaro had always been a master of words, even inasmuch as perfecting the Tengwar of Rumil. So when he addressed the crowd of gathered Noldor every ear listened intently. *"Why, O people of the Noldor, why should we longer serve the jealous Valar, who cannot keep us nor even their own realm secure from their enemy?" Narwende listened to his words and began to wonder what had happened in Valimar to cause such a spark of hatred for the Valar in her lord and king. Feanaro continued. *"And though he be now their foe, are not they and he of one kin?" Murmurs issued from the assemblage. Many heads nodded in agreement. *"Vengeance calls me hence, but even were it otherwise I would not dwell longer in the same land with the kin of my father's slayer and the thief of my treasure. yet I am not the only valiant in this valiant people. And have ye not lost your king?" The murmurs were getting louder as many more Noldor were swayed by their new King's words of rebellion. *"And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the mountains and the Sea? Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? or shall we return to our home? In Cuivienen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep the city!"
Great was the cheer that went up among the Noldor. Surely. if Valinor is to be dark then it would be better to return to the land of the First Awakening, returning to the kin they had left behind so long ago. Feanaro spoke more, his voice pitched higher now, causing all to listen once more. *"Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road! Say farewell to bondage! But say farewell to ease! Say farewell to the weak! Say farewell to your treasures! More still shall we make. Journey light: but bring with you your swords." Lord Feanaro gestured to Narwende who then gave her sister-sons the sacks. Each son taking out and putting on his armor. *"For we will go further than Orome, endure longer then Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall we have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and regained the Silmarils, then we and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda. No other race shall oust us!" The masses cheered. Feanaro pulled close his sons and his brother, Nolofinwe and together they swore an Oath so terrible that none dare ever to repeat it. The swore upon the Holy names of Manwe Sulimo, Varda Elentari and Eru Illuvatar that they would pursue with a vengeance any Vala, demon, elf, or any other creature of Arda that should keep from them a Silmaril. Narwende stood, dumbstruck, as her lord and master uttered the words. Nearby, with sullen faces were Arafinwe and his children. All were too shocked to believe what they had just heard.
Regaining himself, Arafinwe spoke to his kinsmen. "Let us not make such a decision in haste. let us give pause and debate the thing before any more lives are irreparable changed."
There was a clamor and an angry voice from within the crowd shouted *"Nay, let us make haste!" to which a raucous uproar of approval erupted so loudly that Narwende had to cover he ears. By the end one tenth of the Noldor elected not to go but remain in Valinor. Among them were Mahtan and Nerdanel. Mahtan had tried in vain to dissuade his only son, Narhuine, from joining the folly of Feanaro but the boy was young and his heart had been turned by the powerful speech of his brother-in-law and King. Nerdanel begged Feanaro to allow her to keep the twins with her in Valinor but he waved her off with a dismissive hand. He hadn't even lifted his face to look upon hers as she tearfully begged him for the lives of her beloved sons.
Mahtan approached his younger daughter cautiously. "Milya, what say you? Will you leave this, the land of your birth, your mother and sister, verily even myself?"
Sharp and biting were Narwende's words in response. "Yea father. Now at the end of things, when great deeds are being done and decisions are being made that will effect the future of our race for ever, now is when you come to me as a loving father? You come to me with love, you, who have treated me as lesser since the day I was born? You, who have never given praise to a single work of my hands. Nay father, I would not remain with you even if we were stranded at sea in a boat. I would rather dive into the bitter, treacherous sea and forsake my hroa than spend another moment with one who only wishes to keep me here as a pet! Good bye, Atar." Turning sharply Narwende walked away from her father, never pausing and never looking back. Dumbstruck, Mahtan could only stand and watch his child walk away from him.
"If you hadn't treated her like a burden and an embarrassment, she would be staying." came a voice from behind the smithy. Atarinke, fourth son of Feanaro stood there, his face scornful. "Forgive me Grand father," he began, " but you have called her weak by the very name you have given her. You denied her praise and affection. It is a wonder to me how such a tender, kind fea was raised under the same roof with such scorn. When our own mother, verily her sister, deserted us upon our father's exile, she remained. She cared for my brothers and I as though we were her own offspring. It was she that dressed us, fed us and tended to our needs whilst our mother was sculpting. Such a mother she will make one day. It is a pity that my father chose Nerdanel instead of her for I wish that she was indeed my mother. My father has, from the beginning, had her trust and allegiance, and dare I say even her love! Begone! It is you, grandfather, that are weak. Return thence to your workshop for Tirion is yours now. Tirion belongs to the cowards." Atarinke in his turn walked away leaving a belegured Mahtan to soak up what had just been said to him.
Yes, that one was short but there is more to come.
Note: All quotes designated with an asterisk * are directly quoted from the book "the Silmarillion"