A Riddle with No Answer
For long, it was just the two of them rattling around the large compound. Of course, there were servants, nannies and caretakers, but no mother, no sister, no aunt.
Fëanáro learned early that approval from Finwë's only came when he was stoic, biting his lip through pain. Laughter, always rare in their halls, almost disappeared.
When Finwë met Indis, his dour mannerisms changed to smiles, even laughter. Fëanáro felt it was like listening to a foreign language.
Now he stood in Lórien, looking at Míriel Serindë. “Why did you leave?” he whispered, but that was a riddle with no answer.