"He did," agrees Curufin, softly. "He was so proud of having seven sons. And he took the trouble to form a bond with each of us. Even though some of us younger ones had to hustle to give him the chance to do it."

It was true, Fëanor had felt very possessive of his brood. He had desired fiercely to take them all with him to Middle-earth. Curufin had not been able to resist his father's wishes, he never had been able to do that. Especially not in that situation, in which his father was going across the Sea no matter what. Curufin could not bear to be left behind. He can well understand how hurt his mother was by the departure of all her sons as well as her husband.

He smiles tenderly at her. "If it happens that we are all returned to Middle-earth, I will find you wherever you are. And I'll look for the others, if they don't come immediately."