Chapter 7 of you're in the wind, i'm in the water
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"Your mother has been trying to distract me," his father says into the silence. "But I fear she is not so good at distraction as to stop me from noticing the sudden absence of all my children." He considers that. Wonders if Fëanor had known she was doing such a thing. "They were only trying to help me," he says. Tries to keep his voice even and free of exhaustion. Must fail for his father's gaze snaps to the side of his face immediately. "And what has happened that only I cannot help with?" Fingolfin cannot think of anything kind to say. Cannot think of anything that he could say that would not cause unnecessary panic. Instead finds himself asking, “What was Míriel like?” In the back of his mind he is thinking of a sewing room turned into an altar. Wonders what his family would preserve to hold onto him if he followed Míriel to Mandos.
