She bowed her head as her sons stood, one by one, to bind themselves to Fëanáro's foolish Oath. Their eyes blazed in the torchlight, but none brighter than their father's. He was driven by rage, grief, and greed – this Oath was madness, but he refused to see it.
Later came the question. "Are you coming?"
"No, Fëanáro."
His dark eyes blazed with anger. "You would abandon me now, Nerdanel?"
She refused to rise to his bait, to get angry. "I will not be a part of this madness."
"Then you are no wife of mine," he snarled.
"So be it."