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Interlude 4: Nerdanel
It hurt more than she thought it would after all these ages, Nerdanel realised, to hear one of her sons refusing to use the names she gave him and his brothers merely because she had been the giver. It had been unwise to listen to their conversation from outside the music room window, but she desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of her children while they could not see her. If she passed Celegorm, Curufin or Caranthir in the street they glared at her and turned their backs. Maglor and the twins pretended she did not exist. Even Maedhros, usually more adept than his brothers at concealing his thoughts, could not keep the expression of contempt off his face when he looked at her. Death and more than twelve thousand years in Mandos's Halls had done nothing to calm the tempers of either her sons or her husband.
She found the whole situation to be rather ironic. Fëanor had deserted her twice, first when he was banished to Formenos and again when he set out for Middle-earth, yet her sons only remembered that she was estranged from their father, perhaps not even knowing that Fëanor had as good as driven her away. Most of his love and attention had been given to the Silmarils for the final half-age of his life, and what little he could spare was devoted to the forging of swords. He had not noticed whether she was there or not, so when she went to stay with Indis, rather than accompany him to Formenos, she assumed that he would not miss her. She had been wrong; although Fëanor no longer cared for her as he once did, he did not want her to be happy without him, and he had turned their sons against her.
