[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Inzillomí caressed her daughter's hair as she would a frightened foal, feeling Kâthaanî relax under the gentle touch. She looked up at Ziraphel, gazing deep into her eyes. "Gimilnar indeed, sister. The King has offered us the 'honor' of relocating to the East. His Men will return tomorrow, mid-morning, to escort us. I fear what Gimilnar will say when he does not find all of my family together."

Kâthaanî glanced at her mother, fear in her eyes, anger in every line of her face. "Mother, I will go to Abârpânarú. I will save him." Inzillomí caught her daughter's chin, tilting her face toward her. Kâthaanî read her mother's expression, drawing away abruptly. "You would have me stay!" she cried, angry. "You would leave your own husband at the hands of a crazed King and his men!"

Inzillomí let her daughter go, unfathomable hurt showing in every motion. Ziraphel spoke. "Cerveth, child, you must never speak to your mother so. You cannot conceive the responsibilities that she has shouldered. You cannot understand the pain you have just caused her." Inzillomí thanked her husband's sister with a glance, looking sadly at her daughter. She spoke coldly.

"Cerveth, if the Valar hear my prayer, you will never know the burden of my work. There is more here than you know. Your father will not be left behind. Elendil would not sail without us, but there is so little time, and so much danger." She softened, eyes asking for understanding. "Without your father, Cerveth, it is my task to lead the Faithful safely East. How am I to do this if you would have us all ride to his rescue, trailing the King's Men... and his wrath?"