A/N: From here on out the canon-divergence truly starts.
Enjoy!
It was silent for a good long while after Elarinya stopped speaking. Her parents sat curled around her in body and fäe, frozen in horror after they'd learned what their precious daughter - who was barely out of infanthood - had seen in the waters of Ithil.
Then the crystal bells of Menegroth tolled to signal the midday hour and it was like time unfroze itself.
"The will of the Valar seems clear." Melian mused, finally breaking the tension-filled silence. Her hand kept going up and down over her daughter's back, comforting and soothing her still unsettled fäe. The elfling was exhausted, the vision having taken a lot out of her.
Thingol frowned, and El felt her blood run cold as she read the hesitation on the silver-haired ellon's face.
"Is it though?"
Over the head of their daughter, Queen Melian narrowed her eyes at her stubborn husband. If he dared to doubt the will of the Valar, if he dared to doubt their daughter…
Thingol subtly winced, correctly reading the icy warning in his wife's gaze. He didn't need ósanwe to tell him his darling wife was reaching the end of her patience.
"The oath-sworn will come for us, for those of our blood." Her mother pointed out, voice cold and unforbidden. "The Valar have judged us worthy by giving us a warning through our daughter. Meleth nîn, I beg of you, cast away your pride and paranoia and see sense."
El could see the stubborn pride on his face waver and despaired of the strength of the Silmaril's claws into her father's mind. Then, suddenly in a flash of knowledge, Elarinya knew what words to speak to convince her stubborn father.
"Be he friend or foe or foul offspring of Morgoth Bauglir,
be he mortal dark that in after days on earth shall dwell,
shall no law nor love nor league of Gods,
no might nor mercy, not moveless fate,
defend him forever from the fierce vengeance of the sons of Fëanor,
who so seize or steal of finding keep the fair enchanted globes of crystal whose glory dies not,
the Silmarils.
We have sworn forever!"
Her voice echoed with power, the words rolling smoothly off her tongue as if someone else was speaking through her. Thingol paled, and her mother's breath hitched at the sound of that dreadful oath in the peaceful Healing Halls.
"They will come for us, Adar. The Fëanorions will come for the Silmaril and with them comes the Doom of Doriath." She said, eyes wide and serious as she met her father's gaze. El prayed he would trust her on this, that he listened. "Ada, please."
Thingol closed his eyes, visibly struggling.
He'd been debating making a new law to ban the use of Quenya in his lands, but his old fondness of Finwë had as of yet stayed his hand. He very much disliked Finwë's kinslaying decendents, but the old king had been a good friend to Thingol.
But now it seemed he'd have no choice but to deal with the Fëanorions. Not if he wanted to save his people from a certain doom.
"Husband." Her Naneth murmured, voice imploring her bond-mate to listen to their counsel. "Let me task my apprentice with contacting her kin. Artanis Galadriel is of Noldor descendant, and close kin to the Fëanorions."
"Cursed be the kinslayers." Her father snarled, gray eyes flashing. "Finwë was a good friend and an even better man, but there is something rotten in Fëanor's branch."
"Fëanor, yes. He was never the same after creating the Silmaril." Melian hummed, a sad smile crossing her face. "I rather pity Fëanor's sons though, and Lady Nerdanel even more so. Those poor boys were doomed the moment they swore the oath."
So did she. The seven sons of Fëanor did not deserve their cruel fate, and neither did their future victims. One kinslaying had already happened, but she could stop the future ones from happening if she dared. And with it prevent the doom of Doriath.
"Ada, please help me save our family." Elarinya pleaded quietly, taking full advantage of her pitiful state and adorable looks. All elves were weak against a determined elfling, but her normally proud and stern even more so. At least when it involved his own daughter.
The proud king looked at her, and visibly melted. She felt the first stirrings of hope burn brightly as her fäe responded by allowing the starlight buried underneath her skin to shine brightly.
Thingol barely held back a coo at the sight of his precious elfling glowing with the light of Telperion. The sight of her watery purple eyes and shining radiance broke something inside him. It was like someone pulled on a string connected to his fäe, shaking him from the path he was leading his people and family.
Melian's arms wrapped tightly around their daughter, and told her husband, "Listen to her, Thingol. Listen to Elarinya Celebereth, our morning star. Our silver queen. Hear her words and listen. She speaks truth."
Elarinya looked up at her mother, awed. Celebereth. Silver queen.
Her mother-name had been long coming, and now she finally had been given one. She'd have grinned if not for the serious look in her father's eyes as he struggled with the hold the Silmaril had on him. Brows furrowing, El concentrated and let her inner light shine just a bit brighter.
"Celebereth." Her father mused, a soft smile appearing. "A well chosen name, my love."
Thingol pressed a kiss to both their brows before moving away. Elarinya closed her eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to her own forehead, and dared to hope.
Then her father stood, his own inner light shining brighter than she'd ever seen.
"Very well." Elu Thingol said, chin lifting in an unconscious royal gesture. "I'll ask Artanis to send word to Maedhros and Maedhros Nelyafinwë alone. But for what was done to Lúthien, his brothers, Celegorm Turcafinwë and Curufin Curufinwë, shall never be welcome in my halls. Let them shoulder the burden of their bloodline."
Elarinya smiled, relief making her eyes water. "Ada, thank you."
"No, hinya. Thank you." Thingol shook his head, lips twitching. "Elarinya Celebereth, my little queen. Blessed I am indeed with such wisdom in my most beloved wife and daughter."
oOo
What followed next was two weeks filled with frantic arrangements.
The eldest of Fëanor's sons, the former High King of the Noldor, Maedhros Nelyafinwë Fëanorion would be coming himself, accompanied by his younger brother, Maglor Makalaurë. They had sounded surprised but cautiously pleased in their response to Thingol's letter, and would ride hard and fast.
Still, it would take days before they would arrive. Weeks which they spent planning for the arrival of the two most reasonable of Fëanor's sons.
It was nerve wracking for Elarinya, the stories of her past mixing with the news that tickled in now from outside the wards. The Noldor were not popular in her father's kingdom, yet she knew that the attempt had to be made.
Doriath could not fall.
And it seemed like the sons of Fëanor agreed.
But the wait was horrible. Now that her father had finally agreed to give the Silmaril back to its rightful owners, she wanted it gone. Instead she had to wait weeks before it would be gone because in this world the fastest way of travel was by horse.
She missed cars.
While Elarinya loved the clean air and untouched nature of her new world, it sucked to have been reborn in an Age not unlike the middle ages of her former life. There were no modern appliances or technology, just an old fashioned version of just about everything.
It was like living in Ancient Rome. Though thankfully with more hygiene.
There were both private and public baths and even something very close to toilets in the Elven realms. Never had she been as glad to see a toilet as that first time she spotted one in this new life of hers. She might even have cried a little.
According to her parents, she'd been just the easiest baby ever to potty train.
But she'd digressed.
Her parents first step was to call Lúthien and her husband back to the capital, needing to present a united front in the face of a potential troublous meeting. But more than that, the vision of their doom deeply unsettled them.
They needed their children with them. Both of them.
Elarinya hadn't spent much time with her now mortal sister in the twelve years since she'd been reborn in Middle-Earth, but that didn't take away that she loved her older sister very much.
To see Beren again would be nice as well. Her sister's beloved husband was a good and steady man, if sometimes a bit too serious to her taste. But that steadiness was a perfect match to her fiery and determined sister. He'd be good to have in the room with them when the Fëanorions finally arrived.
A few days after the letter had been sent, her sensitive ears caught a familiar voice calling out to her.
"Nethig!" A voice called brightly, before two pale arms wrapped around her and the scent of cherry blossoms surrounded her in a loving embrace. "Oh, how I missed you. You've grown so big in my absence!"
She heard a low chuckle coming from her brother-in-law, who was standing behind his wife. He'd always been fond of her, and he adored seeing his wife happy. But El couldn't bring herself to greet the man yet, not when she was finally reunited with Lúthien again.
Elarinya shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as the image of her sister's old and frail body flashed before her eyes. "Missed you."
Lúthien had lost the immortal glow of star-light that signaled her as Thingol's daughter, but her fäe still felt like family. Like home.
"As I did you, little star. As I did you."
Then soft footsteps came up from behind them and their mother descended upon them in a flurry of skirts and delighted exclamations, their father following closely behind her.
But he did not hug his eldest daughter. Did not even smile.
Instead he just watched her, face schooled in a blank mask. He observeren his wife's reunion with their daughter, watched his son-in-law watch the women fondly and met the observant eyes of his youngest child.
Who shot him a look not unlike one of Melian's. It was eerie how much Elarinya looked like Melian, just with his silver locks. The look in her eyes only exaggerated the likeness between mother and daughter. That one look that told him he better do something or she was going to do it for him.
And he would not like it when she did.
It should have looked ridiculous on such a young elfling, but Thingol knew to take the warning for what it was. He stepped forward, alerting the newcomers to his presence. "Lúthien."
Elarinya saw the immediate stiffening of her sister's shoulders and held back a sigh.
"Father." Lúthien greeted them with a perfect curtsy, eyes wary as they beheld the king as she stepped out of their mother's embrace. "Naneth."
A quiet sorrow filled her father's eyes and Elarinya's breath hitched at the pain she found there. "Lúthien Tinúviel, you are my daughter. The daughter of kings. But most of all, you are your mother's daughter. You do not need to bow before me. Not after I erred so, not ever."
"Ada."
"I could not bear to lose you, but I cannot waste anymore of the time we have left either." Thingol lips ticked upward, regret audible in his tone. "Forgive an old man for his follies?"
Lúthien bit her lip, nodding. "If you can forgive me for leaving you and naneth as I did, as I will?"
"If this path is what brings you joy, then yes." Thingol stated, voice strong. "Always."
Lúthien stifled a sob, and tears filled their mother's eyes at the heart warming moment between father and daughter. Yet they didn't move closer as they both clearly wanted to.
"You both said sorry, now hug!" Elarinya exclaimed, rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh. Then, when neither of the stubborn fools moved, pushed her sister towards their father for the hug they both desperately needed.
"Well done, little one." Her brother-in-law muttered, coming up to stand next to her. "She needed that."
Her mother nodded, smiling tearfully. "They both did."
Beren was raven-haired, gray of eye and tall compared to her currently small form yet he was only just of an height with her sister. Even the smallest of elves tended to be inches taller than the tallest of the Eldain and losing her immortality hadn't taken away Lúthien's more elven characteristics.
"Well met, brother." Elarinya grinned up at him. "It's been a while."
"Well met, princess." He nodded, tiredly rubbing his face with one hand. "And indeed it has. Hopefully the distance between our lands will be lessened after today."
"I hope so." El murmured, keeping an eye on her still hugging parents and sister. "I missed my muinthel."
A hand dropped on her pale head, big and comforting. "As she missed you, little star."
Alright, so Beren was kind of awesome. Elarinya leaned into his hand and together they watched the long-overdue reunion between her parents and sister.
Another week passed. A week full of time spent with her sister, with Beren. With her whole family, finally together at last.
Her sister had brought her a sweet mare from her own stables for a belated begetting day present, a beautiful and gentle beast who adored apples with a fervor that made El laugh every time. The white mare with the silvery facial marking of a star which earned her the name Eleniel.
Eleniel was everything she could have wanted in an animal companion. Sweet and with enough stubbornness to make things interesting, a perfect horse for a young elven princess.
Lúthien taught her how to ride on that horse and most importantly, how to take care of her without the help of the stablehands like any good rider should. And when they'd saddled their respective horses, they would ride together through the forests of Doriath, bonding and laughing.
Those would be memories she'd forever treasure.
The rift between father and daughter hadn't healed yet, but it was finally mending. Their father had become lighter, more like himself ever since he'd decided to give the Silmaril back to the sons of Fëanor. A sickness of the soul had been purged or at least lessened, and all members of the royal family knew why.
Like the dratted thing knew it, and thus relented its insidious hold on her father.
The week passed quickly, and then it was time. Melian's head shot up, and Thingol gripped her hand in concern.
"They are here." She stated, and everyone stood to attention. Coincidentally, they were all together today. Her father had called everyone together to talk strategy, a meeting Elarinya had been surprised to be invited to.
But her parents were still reluctant to let her out of their eyes, and so here she was.
"My king," A pale-haired lordling stepped up to the royal family, bowing politely. "The Fëanorions have arrived."
She recognized the ellon, a high-ranking warrior and the son of her father's loyal seneschal.
Thingol nodded, eyes flashing. "Thank you Lord Oropher. Please gather a few trusted guards and lead our honored guest to the Hall."
"There will be an opening in the wards by the eastern gate for exactly ten breaths." The Queen warned, fäe flaring ever so slightly. "Guard the opening, and make sure no one else comes through."
"As your highness commands." Oropher nodded, bowing again before turning to get and guide their guest to the appropriate room.
Standing to her father's right as his heir, with a tense but fierce Lúthien and her husband standing to Melian's left, the royal family stood, for the first time since her sister met Beren, truly united.
They didn't have to wait long.
Two elves walked in, one even taller than the other. One had pale skin, long night-dark hair, silky and well-tended and carried a harp on his back just as he carried a sword on his hip. She stared at the two elves, gaze quickly drawn to the taller one, the one that was clearly the leader. Or in this particular case, the older brother.
He was Autumn given form.
The ellon was as lovely as a red dawn with his shock of red hair and eyes blessed by the light of Laurelin. Scarred in ways she'd never seen another elf be before and with one hand a cleverly-made prosthetic, it didn't take anything away from his fair face. Not at all. In fact, combined with his tall stature and strong build, El would say it quite added to it.
Elarinya got a good look at the newcomer.
And promptly fell in love.
"So pretty." Her involuntary whisper drew the attention of the fiery-haired ellon striding into the throne room and she flushed when he blinked at her, taken aback. The copper-haired ellon recovered quickly, shooting her a bemused smile.
"Thank you, kind lady." The former High-King of the Noldor murmured with a courtly bow.
The ellon next to him smiled, humor glinting in his eyes. "Comely Maitimo indeed. Mother chose well."
She could just feel the surprised amusement of her mother, sister and brother-in-law and knew this was going to be an incident they wouldn't ever let her forget.
Thingol cleared his throat, an unamused sound that only deepened her mortified flush. "Lord Maedhros, Lord Maglor, I welcome you to Doriath."
He didn't sound very welcoming, but their guests were polite enough to ignore the obvious lie of their host.
"King Elu Thingol." The very pretty man nodded back, turning serious. "Queen Melian, princesses and Lord Beren. Thank you for your message."
Her father hummed, and let a silence fall.
Elarinya wanted to roll her eyes at the obvious power play, but kept silent as well. Her father was king here, and though she didn't agree with his current methods, he had millennia of experience on her.
"Decades ago you wrote to me, warning me of the Silmaril I asked for as the bride-price for the hand of my eldest." Thingol started, sharply eyeing the two. "Now, tell me why I should hand over my Silmaril to you."
Elarinya's head shot up to her father, a move echoed by both her mother and sister. What was he doing?
"Twice-stolen does not make it yours. My father created them, and in his line they should've remained." Maedhros kept his face blank, tone and expression perfectly polite. But there was a glint of knowing in those pretty eyes. "Yet you refused me then."
"I did."
The redheaded ellon hummed, nodding thoughtfully. "So what changed?"
Elarinya shifted, and two pairs of eyes turned her way. Her father put a warm hand on her shoulder, silently offering the comfort he could. Maglor brow rose, understanding dawning in his gaze.
"Your daughter." His voice, deep and musical, interrupted the tense silence. "She has the gift of Foresight."
Maedhros frowned. "She's young to have tapped into that power. But then again, with a Maiar as her mother…"
Melian smiled, more of a baring of teeth. "You'll not speak of my daughter or her blossoming gifts outside this room. Her power is great, but so then is the danger."
The brothers inclined their heads in agreement. "Of course, my lady. We wish no harm upon you and your House."
"Good." Lúthien snapped, still tense as she eyed the brothers of the men who kidnapped her.
"What did you see, little one?" Maedhros asked gently, his full attention on her as he ignored her bristling sister.
Elarinya flushed anew, suddenly feeling shy. She cursed this childish body and the inconvenient urges that came with it.
She was an adult no longer, and while she had the memories of one, she had the body and thus also the biological responses of a young child. There had been a mortifying tantrum or two, giggle fits, mischief and now, an instant puppy crush on the eldest of the oath-bound brothers.
Well, at least he was pretty.
"I looked into the waters of Ithil with Naneth. I saw… horrible things." She said, gathering her courage. "Ada refused you again and again. He kept the Silmaril, and passed it on to his heirs. Soon enough, the oath left you no choice."
Maedhros winced and Maglor paled, dreading the words that were going to come out of the little princess's mouth.
"Ada died. So did muinthel, muindor and my nethion. Nana sailed. Beleriand sank in the ocean and Doriath was no more." She said in a dead tone, fists clenching. "The sons of Fëanor became Doriath's Doom and Doriath became the doom of three of the seven sons of Fëanor. "
"Sweet Elbereth." Maedhros whispered, a tortured look on his face that was echoed on his brother's.
"So you see." Thingol spoke solemnly, sorrow and pride warring in his pale gray eyes. "The Valar have warned us of the direction I was leading my people in. Through my heir and daughter they showed us the folly of my stance towards the Noldor. I could not let the current situation stand. Not anymore. Now, let us talk."
What followed next was a long debate, full of arguments and bargains that had little to no use. They all knew her father had to give up the Silmaril if he wanted them to survive to the Second Age. The sharp intelligence in the eyes of their visitors told Elarinya that they knew it too.
Still, they were kind.
They let her father have his pride and more than that, they offered their hand in friendship.
"Morgoth is a threat to us all." Maedhros declared, voice quietly intense but passionate. "Fingon and I have formed an alliance, an union against the darkness and once again we would like to invite Doriath to join us."
The passion in his voice made her heart race, but the way he said the name of the High King of the Noldor made Elarinya pause, eyeing the man. That was not the way one said the name of their king, or even a beloved cousin.
Intuition flared, and suddenly she had a good idea where she'd heard such a tone before. Between her parents, between her sister and Beren. Between any couple who dearly loved each other.
He spoke of the High King as a lover.
Interesting.
"That would involve putting our people at risk." Her mother spoke, brows furrowing gently. "For our armies would have to leave the protective Girdle which is not something they can handle. It would render my protections absolute."
Luthien cleared her throat. "Is the Girdle even necessary if the Silmaril is back in the hands of the Fëanorions?"
Silence fell, and Elarinya felt a smile starting to grow on her face.
"You are wise, princess." Maglor murmured, eyes twinkling. Luthien flushed with pleasure at the compliment, and Beren smiled proudly at his wife. "Morgoth would have no reason to come for Doriath if the Silmaril changes location."
Elarinya tugged on her mother's dress, getting her attention. "Can't you make the protection a little less strong, nana? Just keep the monsters out?"
Her mother smiled, picking her up and setting El on her hip with a thoughtful hum. "That might indeed be possible."
"Two wise daughters." Maedhros commented, a soft look in his eyes. Elarinya flushed, and promptly hid her face in her mother's shoulder.
Luthien stifled a smile, humor dancing in her eyes at the behavior of her adorable little sister. "Both my suddenly shy sister and I thank you for your kinds words, my lords."
"Muinthel!"
"A formal alliance then, between our respective lands." Melian spoke, ignoring the sharp glance her husband shot her. She had enough of his hesitation. "Doriath will enter the fight against Morgoth, and we will return the rightful property of Fëanor to his heirs."
Her power lay in the Song, and while almost all of her power was tied to the wards protecting Doriath, this felt right.
There was change happening in the great music of Arda and she found that the new notes had something almost hopeful to them.
Maedhros nodded, solemn and regal but she could see the joyful spark in his beautiful eyes. "And in return you shall have our blades, and of course whatever trade agreements our people need."
"Very well." Her father finally conceded, lips twitching. "My wife and daughters have spoken, and so it shall be. You'll receive the Silmaril."
"But be warned, sons of Fëanor." Elu Thingol declared, voice echoing. "Fëanor may have created these jewels, but their time with Morgoth has tainted them."
The brothers shared a look. "We are aware."
"Good." Melian said, giving them a serious look that made the brothers straighten up. "Don't touch it with your bare skin, not before you cleanse it from its evil taint."
The king took a deep breath, and took out a small wooden box from his inner pocket. He handed it to Beren, who took it without hesitation before stepping towards the brothers.
He handed it to Maedhros, who took it with a sublty shaking hand. "For the head of House Fëanor, freely given and with our hopes for a better future. May we stand as one against the forces of evil."
"The House of Fëanor thanks the House of Elu Thingol. May we stand as one." Maedhros spoke solemnly, his words strong but quiet. "But the warning is unnecessary. None of my father's creations will ever dare to harm those of his blood."
With that he opened the box and picked up the breathtakingly beautiful jewel.
And for the first time since entering Doriath, the powerful light of the Silmaril shone brightly in the halls of Menegroth.
oOo
The years passed and Elarinya continued to grow and learn.
She learned how to fight with a sword, spear and bow at her father's knee. She learned how to rule, how to heal and how to scry. As she left the years of childhood behind her, her mother taught her the Songs of power, how to tap into her power and scry into the waters of Ithil.
It was still a work in progress, but the young elleth found she enjoyed the tears, blood and sweat she put into her learning the new skills.
Then the news came of the birth of another heir. Her sister had a son, Dior.
He was a happy little baby and soon grew into a sweet young man, growing like a mortal but with something about him that reminded them of the Eldar. Peredhel, or half-elven, Melian's foresight named him. He'd have a choice to make in the future, whether to take the path of the Elda or Eldain.
She gained a new friend, her first in this new life. Lindariel was the daughter of her mother's lady-in-waiting Lothiriel, a lovely young elleth with a sharp mind and an even sharper wit.
With only twelve years between them, they grew up together. Her sister in all but blood, and her most trusted companion.
Lindariel soon chose the warrior path, and while Elarinya trained hard as well, her heart lay elsewhere.
She chose to apprentice herself to Galion, the Head of the Healing Halls here in Menegroth. It was difficult but thrilling, learning how to heal with her songs and in the more traditional ways. Healers were highly necessary with the way the darkness was spreading across Arda and she relished in her ability to help her people.
A war was brewing all around Middle-Earth, but Elarinya was happy.
Then the call to arms arrived.
Morgoth was coming.
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Extra scene:
Maedhros walked out of Menegroth with a Silmaril clutched in his hand and the oath that bound them finally a bit at peace. There were still two more Silmaril to get, but for now it seemed that the oath was satisfied.
For now.
Still, Maedhros wouldn't be Maedhros if his mind wasn't currently filled with plans and strategies. He was the Lord of his House and the General of his armies, his people were his responsibilty. Morgoth was still gaining strength and would soon come for the rest of Arda. He'd more hope now than he had before, but the future was still unsure.
War was coming for them all.
With his brother at his side, he was vaguely aware of being escorted out of the castle inside the mountain and all the way to the eastern border where Melian's Girdle had allowed them through.
Outside the wards and finally alone again, Káno started chuckling.
Maedhros shot his brother a look, but Kanafinwë only laughed harder. "The look on that surly bastard's face!"
Lips twitching up with humor, Maedhros let out a chuckle of his own.
"The little princess thought you were pretty, Nelyo." Káno sniggered, side-eyeing his amused brother. "Did she not remind you of our dear cousin?"
Fingon.
"Yes." He admitted, a soft smile appearing on his scarred face. "That was the exact same reaction that Findecáno had the first time we met."
Reaching their patiently waiting horses, the brothers quickly got in the saddle.
Maglor hummed a cheerful little tune, reaching for the harp on his back. "He had the most adorable little crush on you, brother. And now that I think of it, Thingol's reaction was very similar to our Father's when he realized his beloved eldest son had an admirer in the son of his most disliked half-brother."
Maedhros let out a laugh, deep and joyful. "I would like to think Father wouldn't care now, but he was always unreasonable when it involved Fingolfin. Not that it matters anymore. Father is long gone and Fingon is dear to me."
"I know he is, brother. I know."
The copper-haired ellon hummed, and decided not to answer any further. His brother knew his heart, and that was enough.
Listening to Káno's musical playing, Maedhros fixed his gaze on the road ahead.
It was time to return home.
A/N: Next up; Glorfindel!
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Sindarin:
Ada/Adar = Dad/daddy
Nana/Naneth = Mommy/mom
Muinthel = Sister
Nethig = Little sister
Ithil = Moon
Lothiriel = Flower
Eleniel = Star
Meleth nîn = My love
Elarinya = Morning star
Fäe = the soul
Quenya:
Ósanwe = An Elven way of communicating mentally
Maitimo = Meadhros' mother name. Meaning 'Well-shaped one'.
Nelyafinwë = Maedhros' father name. Meaning 'Finwë third'.
Kanafinwë = Maglor's father name. Meaning 'Strong-voice Finwë'.
Hinya = My child