T/N:This is a translation of the work "Как сильмариллы все изменили" written by wonderful Пальма с арбузами with her consent.

If anyone wonders, the main character's name is pronounced with a 'K.'

Here is a small guide to everyone who doesn't know, confuses or forgot the names of some characters.

Maedhros – Nelyafinwë, Maitimo, short name – Nelyo, nickname – Russandol (Copper top);

Maglor – Macalaurë, Kanafinwë, short name – Kano;

Celegorm – Tyelkormo, Turcafinwë, short name – Turco;

Caranthir – Carnistir, Morifinwë, short name – Moryo;

Curufin – Curufinwë, Atarinkë, short name – Kurvo;

Amrod – Ambarto, Telufinwë, also Ambarussa, short name – Telvo;

Amras – Pityafinwë, short name – Pityo;

Both twins – Ambarussar;

Fëanor – Fëanáro (Spirit of Fire), Curufinwë;

Fingolfin – Ñolofinwë;

Fingon – Findekáno, short name – Findo;

Turgon – Turukáno;

Aredhel – Irissë, nickname – White Lady of the Ñoldor;

Finarfin – Ingalaurë, Arafinwë;

Finrod – Findaráto, Artafindë, Ingoldo;

Orodreth – Artaresto;

Aegnor – Aikanáro;

Angrod – Angaráto, Artanga;

Galadriel – Artanis, Nerwen.

Houses of the Ñoldor:

House of Finwë;

First House of the Ñoldor – House of Fëanor;

Second House of the Ñoldor – House of Fingolfin;

Third House of the Ñoldor – House of Finarfin.

It's not a secret that Elves are ready to come up with nicknames at every opportunity and add them to a long list of names. So that is how I was named Cenamiën – it's my father-name. Dad decided that since I can't be named '…finwë' my name should be difficult enough to make it clear to everyone that in front of them was someone important! My name means 'the only one, the one looking up.' And my mother named me Alassë, which means 'joyful.' I also have a nickname Carnoríë (literally translated from Quenya it means 'The Red Crown'). This name I courageously defend but, alas, it is used very rarely.

Maybe I do have a silly name but what can I do, it is customary to give a lot of names to a child. But the names I bear are stupid even for an Elf and even for the First House of the Ñoldor! And I belong exactly to that House since I happened to be born as the fifth child of Fëanáro and Nerdanel. I have four older and three younger brothers but these are only direct relatives. There is also a whole bunch of cousins and other kin. Oh, if only I'd known what was awaiting me in this family…

To be honest, my life is fun, it is impossible to get bored. Especially with such a wonderful person like Dad. For some reason, my Mother married this Spirit of Fire who destroys everything around if something happens to be wrong and gives out fiery scandals seven times a week. As if that wasn't enough, the children also inherited a part of their father's temper. We have a difficult family but with Dad and my brothers around you can learn how to survive under almost extreme conditions. And I won't even begin to tell you about my Mom in anger. It's always like this – love, love and then the house crumbles into pieces.

Something is constantly happening in our house whether screaming, ringing or rumbling. And the little Twins have a strange mania for messing with everyone for fun. I don't mind it, I like to gloat and laugh myself but when their jokes affect me all my tolerance disappears. All in all, we will never live as peacefully as the House of Arafinwë – their Artanis' imperfect character is balanced by the rest of the children but our situation is getting worse and worse with each child. The only exception to this rule is Macalaurë who is quiet but, as they say, still waters run deep.

So that is how we live, I absolutely don't understand how the inhabitants of Tirion still tolerate us. Our Grandfather, for example, hasn't been glad to spend time with his beloved grandchildren for a long time now, since the Ambarussar learned how to speak. Now before visiting his favourite son he has to work up the courage for an entire month. But no matter what, it is impossible to get rid of us!

However, let's return to the present…

This morning, or rather this afternoon, because I don't get up like some madmen with the first rays of Laurelin, I was peacefully snoring in my bed. In general, I sleep pretty soundly but it was impossible not to hear the terrible ringing of a pile of metal crashing down the stairs, which managed to make as much noise during its fall as a whole horde of miners would. And it happened today! Today, when I finally had a chance to get some sleep. Not the most pleasant start to the day which was supposed to be a weekend free from the lessons of needlework, history, vocals, and other interesting and not very interesting activities that the most enlightened residents of Tirion spent doing with the children of the First House.

Now hold on, whoever it was, none will escape my wrath! After jumping out of bed still in my pyjamas I abruptly opened the door and walked barefoot down the stairs to find the source of the noise. On the landing of the second floor there were some fallen copper containers, bowls or pans, scattered all over the place…

As expected, it was the Twins' work. But imagine my surprise when next to them I saw…

'Kurvo!' I was speechless – it wasn't in Curufinwë's character to take part in the stupid pranks of the younger ones.

'I get their presence,' I waved my hand at the redheads. 'But why are you here?'

'Cena? Um… morning,' Atarinkë tried to smile innocently.

Ambarussar instinctively began to back away, they already had some experience dealing with me early in the morning. Kurvo on the other hand stood helplessly (which was very strange!) looking around, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Halt! I'll get to you anyway,' I hissed at the twins. 'Well? How are you going to explain the interruption of my well-deserved sleep?' I folded my arms on my chest and stared indignantly at the younger sons of Fëanáro.

'Well, we just wanted to play…' Pityo began saying while he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

'With the copper bowls?' I arched my eyebrow sarcastically.

'Well, they're so big and shiny…' Telvo continued after his brother.

'And we wanted to build a high light reflector so that it would be immediately clear from Ingwë's tower where our house is…'

How could I forget that they have parallel thinking?

'And the lock is so heavy there…'

'So we asked Kurvo to help us…'

'And you agreed?' I looked at my brother incredulously. 'What have they promised you?'

'In his room we have found…' Telufinwë began enthusiastically.

'Hush! We promised to keep quiet!' his twin interrupted him.

'Just to keep one small secret,' Curufinwë spoke up as he studied the walls with his eyes.

'There's something you're not telling me,' doubts about the veracity of their story began to creep into my soul.

'That's exactly what happened!' the younger ones nodded.

'But I just wasn't able to open it,' Kurvo said ruefully. Yeah, you'll get upset when everyone thinks you're a craftsman but you fail to even open the lock. Shame on you, master artisan!

'And we tried so hard that we miscalculated and slammed into these bowls.'

'And they fell and rolled right down the stairs, we couldn't stop them!' Telvo sighed with chagrin.

Little rascals lie well.

'I think I'll go take a look at the lock,' during my life with these… children I have learned to always expect some sort of trick so I always try to make sure that I check everything, otherwise you will never know the truth.

'No!' the trio screamed together.

'Ah!' I smiled triumphantly as I raised my index finger up and said didactically. 'Mum's the word!' after saying this I rushed up the stairs, behind me I could hear the trampling of the others who apparently tried to stop me. To be honest, I wasn't angry any more – after all they are children, what will you do, I also slept somewhat enough – so I was no longer motivated by the desire to nail the boys but by mere curiosity. But when I saw what they were trying to pick the lock with…

In a not very distant serene childhood when the last three monsters were not yet born and I was the favourite youngest child in the family on one of my birthdays Dad gave me three silver hairpins. He made them himself, and since Fëanáro was considered the best craftsman among the Elves his work was amazingly beautiful! Thin silver threads were woven into bizarre flower-like patterns and in the core of each flower there was a precious stone. The hairpin ended with a long stylized stem. Over time I acquired more and more things and so I, being a complete klutz, lost one of the hairpins. It was a shame, of course, but I began to cherish the other two greatly. And even though they were no longer new, slightly bent, and a couple of gems fell off of them as a result of my active life they were dear to me as a memory of the happiest days of my life…

So, guess what was sticking out of the keyhole of a huge lock bent almost beyond recognition. Exactly! My precious. At first, I was taken aback by what I saw but a moment later righteous anger returned to me and I pulled the poor hairpin out of the key hole. As the culprits came running after me I turned to them, glaring threateningly, and attacked them with all my anger and using the entire stock of curses I had ever heard, 'You little Balrogs, Melkor damn you! Vile monsters!'

At the beginning of my tirade the brothers immediately rushed back down but I did not lag behind, 'You won't get away from me, you numskulls! You will be the first Elves to go to the Halls of Waiting without consent!' I kept yelling as I chased after them.

I think the noise from this was stronger than from copper bowls falling down the stairs so frightened sleepy household members jumped out of their rooms. They tried to get to the bottom of what was happening but we didn't give them enough time to do it.

'Out of my way!' as I was rushing down the corridor I almost knocked down Macalaurë along with his harp. He barely managed to jump away and after shrugging his shoulders went back and started strumming his songs – apparently he got used to it.

"These bastards run fast!" I thought after we circled the entire house.

After running around the next corner I suddenly stopped because right in front of me stood my angry father…

'Cenamiën! What's with this shouting in the morning?'

Apparently, he has decided to vent his anger on me. Of course, it's always my fault. What difference does it make that it was the Twins as well as Kurvo who started it!

'Dad, they… They almost broke my hairpin, the one you gave me for my sixth birthday!'

'You have decided to ruin my work?' that's it, the thunder is about to begin.

'Here, look,' I showed him the bent hairpin.

'Ambarussar! Curufinwë!' no matter what, the Spirit of Fire could not tolerate the spoiling of his creations. He himself rushed after the boys and caught up with them in three leaps. For a moment I even felt sorry for them, but just for a moment… Fëanáro dragged the children into the living room by the scruff of their necks and stood over them with an angry look like a thundercloud throwing lightning in all directions.

In the moment's notice, my Mum as well as the rest of my brothers came running at the noise. Even Kano decided to get distracted from his songs. Everyone looked in bewilderment at our father, then at me, then at the younger brothers, and then back at our father. Finally, Nerdanel decided to ask for an explanation of the commotion.

'Darling, what's going on? Why all the noise?'

'Your children,' he pointed at the boys huddled on the couch, 'have managed to accomplish some feats today! And you yourself are no better, I've got nothing to say!' the last sentence was directed at me.

'What have I done? It was them! First they wake me up then they ruin my hairpin.'

'Quiet!' he thundered and I decided to shut up before things become physical (not that it ever happened but one day my father might finally run out of patience).

'You three, what were you doing with my present?'

The poor children remained silent. They probably dreamed of disappearing through the ground, just to avoid seeing the angry face of their parent.

'I'm asking again, what were you doing with it?' Father repeated pronouncing each word distinctly.

'W-we were j-just playing…' Pityo answered for everyone in a trembling voice.

'How? And, by the way, what was that noise?'

'Judging by the sound, it might have been your new copper utensils,' Moryo interjected as he watched everything that was happening with malicious mirth.

The Twins along with Kurvo glared at their older brother.

'Yes, there are indeed some bowls at the bottom of the staircase,' Kano spoke thoughtfully. Now the children's rage turned to him.

'Well, well, well… At the bottom of the staircase, you say? Where did I put them?…' it looked like that Fëanáro came up with an idea. 'Have you tried to climb out on the roof?'

'On the roof?' it was Mother's turn to get angry. 'How many times have I told you not to try to get on the roof!'

It was hard to say which parent they now should have been more afraid of.

'I specifically put a lock down there! Wait a minute… Did you try to pick my lock with my hairpin?'

'It's actually my hairpin,' I mumbled quietly.

And while all of this was happening, at the entrance to the room Maitimo and Tyelkormo were laughing uncontrollably. They were enjoying themselves! Maybe it looked funny from the outside but personally I didn't find anything funny in listening to the angry tirades of my parents. Therefore, I looked sternly at my brothers but it did not have the desired effect, instead it only excited them even further. Usually Nelyo was in favour of a peaceful solution but not so long ago the redheads and I slipped a ferret caught by our brother-hunter into his room, so now he was probably glad that some retribution had befallen us.

I won't describe the entirety of the unpleasant conversation. I will say this, everyone was punished. Well, almost everyone since the eldest four sons quickly disappeared when it came to the punishment. Yes, punishments were a mandatory part of family fights. Kurvo was stripped of the opportunity to enter Father's workshop for a month and was obliged to help us in our sorrow, that is, our task. The Twins were assigned with community service which means they had to actively help everyone around the house or anyone else in need. Father and Mother eagerly came up with different punishments that would spare them some of the household chores. I was also forced to do this, though for a shorter period of time. I was punished, thank Eru, just for two weeks. As well as Curufinwë, to be honest.

So that is how my 'rosy' morning has ended! Dad straightened my hairpin, changed the lock to a more reliable one, and with a placid soul went off to create. Of course, there were some advantages in this situation, albeit almost imperceptible behind the mountain of troubles, but still… I reconciled with my younger brothers, as the saying goes, misfortune brings us closer. They apologised and promised from now on not to take my things without my permission, although I doubt they'll stay true to their word but it's not like I can stay angry at them for an entire month! I also tried to find out Kurvo's secret, but he just blushed and kept silent. And since I'm not insolent enough to demand the disclosure of this secret from Ambarussar I decided not to pester him any more.

We collectively decided to take revenge on our older brothers since they decided to make fun of our misfortune. Four evil brains were already plotting against unsuspecting Princes. And soon the opportunity presented itself…