“Where are we going?” Curufin finally dared to ask. He and his brothers had spent the day packing as instructed, though the reason and destination were yet untold.
“Away,” ground out Feanor as he threw a cloak across the room, knocking a box off of the table.
“I want to go live with Nana instead,” Ambarussa said quietly to his twin.
Caranthir hefted a sack across the room. “If grandfather is coming, then we should bring the cat and board up the windows.”
Feanor seethed, but instead of answering, shoved his way past his own father. Finwe shook his head but continued to pack. “Your uncle will be moving into the house for the time being. Someone must rule the Noldor while we are away.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sons of Feanor; Finwe; Feanor