"We've past the point of no return." // I couldn't figure out if this meant "we're past" or "we've passed" so I left it as it was and you can decide which is actually is if it makes a difference
"No, you have not! Curufinwë, look at me!"
He was in armour that reflected the torch in his hand, and from his helm flew a crimson plume. He looked just like his father. It brought a sickness to the pit of Nerdanel's stomach. All around them men and women and children darted, filling the dark streets with shouts and calls. Some carried bags and baskets, others carried nothing. There was a great panic in the air.
"You have sworn an oath but you can break it! You can break your word, abandon your honour but do not abandon me! Everything you love is here, your home and your workshop and your people! Curufinwë!"
Every one of her sons she had begged to stay, and she would, until she could beg no more. Their father was lost to her but they were not, and she clinged to Atarinkë's arm until he pulled it away.
"You cannot claim what you seek!" Nerdanel cried out desperately. Her words loomed out into the overcast night, the night when no stars shone for them, no light of the Valar guided them. They had been forsaken, all of them - or they would be soon. "It is fruitless, my son, you follow a path to fruitless desctruction! You are not evil!" Sobs wracked her chest as she desperately tried to call him back to her, but soon he had slipped from her grasp entirely. Perhaps it would have been wise not to cry for him. Of all the sons to follow their father most readily, the one named for him was most loyal. Curufinwë had perhaps never been her son, not really. He had been Fëanáro's wholly, and always.
