Finduilas stood shadowed in an alcove, remembering when there had not been guards patrolling the inner roads of Nargothrond. Beyond the gate Huan lay, looking more unhappy than she had ever seen him, while past him Curufin and Celegorm stood in tense, whispered council.
Since Finrod had gone it seemed a chill and a silence seemed to have fallen over the city, and no one from servants to princes dared speak above a whisper. Finduilas fisted her hands in her skirts and headed off to do some whispering of her own, determined to know what her lord cousins were hiding.