That evening, she went to her brother's room.
"Findárato?"
"Yes; Artanis, come in!"
She walked in and sat down.
"Findárato, I have to talk to you."
He laughed. "You are already talking to me. But- Artanis, please call me Finrod, like the Sindar call me."
"Why?" Artanis said sharply.
"Because… Artanis, we have to learn to live with the customs and habits of the Sindar. Maybe…then, they will forget sooner that we are Noldor."
"So that they do not blame us for the kinslaying! Findárato, this is ridiculous! I will never renounce my people, brother! Never! I am a Noldo! And I will not avoid the fate of my people, Findárato!"
Finrod bowed his head. "I am sorry, Artanis. Maybe I have to admire your bravery. But…sister, just call me Finrod, will you?"
Finally, she nodded.
"Okay, brother. If you really think it's needful, then I will do it. But I do not agree with renouncing our people."
"I understand. But what did you want to tell me?"
She opened her mouth and closed it again. How to begin?
"Well…This lad…man…Celeborn… He is so… rude with me, Findárato… Finrod. I don't know how to say but… he is really impudent. In fact, it is like he hates me. How does he treats you?"
Finrod frowned. "Celeborn? Well… to me, he is a nice, kind man. But indeed, I have seen that he treats you otherwise… though I don't know why."
Now it was her turn to frown. "Oh… Well, whatever, I don't care."
"Yes you do."
"What?"
Her brother smiled and took her hand. "My dear Artanis… You love him, of course."
He said this so dryly, that she hardly denied it.
"No- I don't…" she muttered, not very convincing.
And then, she gave herself away: "How do you know?"
He laughed. "Sister, I know you since mother laid you in my arms when you were one hour old. I can read in your eyes that you truly love this man…"
Artanis nodded softly and whispered "I do. But he hates me. But why?"
Finrod smiled comfortingly. "Why don't you ask him, if you really want to know?"
"Oh, Finrod… You were a lover once… Maybe you can just TRY to understand how uncertain I feel? And how uncertain I feel about feeling uncertain…"
"Maybe… Yes, Artanis, I can… Amarië… But, however, you will have to ask if you want to know."
"I guess."
"Findárato?"
"Yes; Artanis, come in!"
She walked in and sat down.
"Findárato, I have to talk to you."
He laughed. "You are already talking to me. But- Artanis, please call me Finrod, like the Sindar call me."
"Why?" Artanis said sharply.
"Because… Artanis, we have to learn to live with the customs and habits of the Sindar. Maybe…then, they will forget sooner that we are Noldor."
"So that they do not blame us for the kinslaying! Findárato, this is ridiculous! I will never renounce my people, brother! Never! I am a Noldo! And I will not avoid the fate of my people, Findárato!"
Finrod bowed his head. "I am sorry, Artanis. Maybe I have to admire your bravery. But…sister, just call me Finrod, will you?"
Finally, she nodded.
"Okay, brother. If you really think it's needful, then I will do it. But I do not agree with renouncing our people."
"I understand. But what did you want to tell me?"
She opened her mouth and closed it again. How to begin?
"Well…This lad…man…Celeborn… He is so… rude with me, Findárato… Finrod. I don't know how to say but… he is really impudent. In fact, it is like he hates me. How does he treats you?"
Finrod frowned. "Celeborn? Well… to me, he is a nice, kind man. But indeed, I have seen that he treats you otherwise… though I don't know why."
Now it was her turn to frown. "Oh… Well, whatever, I don't care."
"Yes you do."
"What?"
Her brother smiled and took her hand. "My dear Artanis… You love him, of course."
He said this so dryly, that she hardly denied it.
"No- I don't…" she muttered, not very convincing.
And then, she gave herself away: "How do you know?"
He laughed. "Sister, I know you since mother laid you in my arms when you were one hour old. I can read in your eyes that you truly love this man…"
Artanis nodded softly and whispered "I do. But he hates me. But why?"
Finrod smiled comfortingly. "Why don't you ask him, if you really want to know?"
"Oh, Finrod… You were a lover once… Maybe you can just TRY to understand how uncertain I feel? And how uncertain I feel about feeling uncertain…"
"Maybe… Yes, Artanis, I can… Amarië… But, however, you will have to ask if you want to know."
"I guess."