Exile
(Curufin)
"Come, Celebrimbor," said Curufin roughly, tying his tools in a leather satchel. "Nargothrond has exiled us. We must be off."
"No, Father."
"The sun will soon rise, and—" Curufin looked up. "What?"
The young man backed away from him, shaking his head. "You are cursed. I will not be made one of you."
"We are all cursed," he snapped, tossing the remainder of his tools in the satchel. "Exile me yourself, then, and cower at Orodreth's feet."
Curufin stormed from the room in guarded fury, but Celebrimbor caught a glance of more than anger in his father's glinting eyes.
Thank you to all my kind reviewers! This cycle is almost finished, but I'll keep drabbling even after it's done. -Ithiliel