“Manwe has summoned you to appear for crimes against your brother.”
“Half-brother,” came the icy reply.
Finwe placed his hands upon his eldest. “Through me he is your brother. It was an ill choice to draw sword against him.”
“So? It was a disagreement between siblings. Why should I go to stand before the Valar? They do not rule us! Aye, they led us here, but I never chose Manwe as my king!”
“Then who would you choose as king, my son?”
The answer was immediate. “You, father. You are the only king I know.”
Finwe dropped his hands from Feanor’s shoulders. “Then your king commands you to stand before Manwe and be judged.”
“If my king wills it, I shall go,” said Feanor softly.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Feanor, Finwe