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Breaking Away
"I shall not let you, my wife and lady, to go with me – towards Middle-Earth with my father and brothers." He had said that time, as he had recalled.
"And what of me? What of our son?" She had cried, in her hands were their son who was no older than 5 winters.
"Live with your family, and in peace. Let our son to grow in that place, for I had no heart for him to live in a place where no peace remains. And tell him not of me, as he grows up; for he shall be ashamed of his father's actions." He took them in his arms, to remember holding them in his arms one last time, before walking away towards his mother.
"You are going with them, with your father and brothers, my son Makalaurë?" Nerdanel had asked him, her hand caressing his cheek.
He instead, had put his hand over his mother's and squeezed it gently. "Aye, I am going." He said solemnly. "Morn not for me, Amillë. Watch my wife and son for me, lest that will not let you morn for father, my brothers and I."
"That I will do." She said, smiling grimly. "And do watch over your father and brothers; as I do yours."
Then he walked towards his father and brothers. In that moment, he had broken away from his family; never to return to them, unless it was the will of Valar and Eru themselves. He had known of it.