Oath Keeper

Chapter Seven

Amrod was resting peacefully as he sat with Amras next to him. As well as Curufin who was asleep on the floor snoring. Ardhel, Glorfindel, and Ecthelion sat with Lithel and Amathael. The five of them were talking with Amras pipping in every now and then.

Yet, this quiet peace was broken by a loud crash from outside. Everyone looked up and Amrod sat up rubbing his head. "What was that?" Lithel asked.

"If I didn't know any better that sounds like our father," Amras said as Ardhel stood up and opened the tent flap before Feanor stormed in followed by Maedhros, Maglor, Caranthir, and then Celegorm who was grinning.

"Ata-" Yet, Amrod could not finish his sentence as he was hugged tightly by Feanor. Amrod blinked as Feanor pulled back.

"You're alive," Feanor said.

"Yeah...I am sorry...I-" Amrod was starting to say but he then was hugged by his other brothers cutting off by what he was about to say. He smiled and hugged back. While Amrod hugged his brothers and father. Lithel and Amathael led everyone else who was not directly family out of the tent.

Once the tent was empty except for Feanor and his sons, Feanor smiled softly at Amrod and pulled him into another hug. "I am so glad you are safe...and I am sorry for not realizing you were gone."

Amrod shook his head. "No...it's...it's alright." He said as he sat back.

"Right. It was in the past but now you are back. Now you can come home and-" Yet, he was cut off as Amrod started to talk.

"Atar...I am not going home." He said.

"What!?" Feanor said in shock.

"I can't come home," Amrod repeated himself carefully.

"Why? We can get a healer and anything you need." Feanor replied.

"It's not that," Amrod said shaking his head. "I am done Atar. I can not go chasing after the Silmarils."

"You dare give up your birthright!" Feanor demanded his face going a bit red with anger.

"It's not that but this oath will kill us! I already almost died from it and look at what we did because of it."Amrod said defending himself.

"We swore an Oath! We have to follow it." Feanor snapped at him.

"I can't! There is are rumors that there are ways to break oaths! I want to follow them and see if I can free myself from it." Amrod said sitting up.

"You'll let Morgoth win!?" Feanor yelled.

"No. It's not about Morgoth! It's about wanting to be free and not a slave to our mistakes." Amrod said angrily.

"We are not slaves to it! We are following after our birthright! Your birthright! Morgoth must pay for what he has done!" Feanor snapped as Amrod just sighed and tried to breathe calmly as Amras rubbed his back.

"Atar. I made my choice...I did miss all of you so very much. Yet, I made my choice." Amrod said as he stood up.

"I have too," Amras said as well standing with his twin.

"So both my youngest betray me!?" Feanor screamed.

"I do not want to lose my twin again! What do you know of love for brothers! You hate yours and you don't understand the pain I had when Amrod 'died' I never want to feel that again and if I do have too I want to be by his side! We made our choice atar! Make yours carefully before you DO lose us forever." Amras screamed back, a fire shone in his eyes. Amras then grabbed his brother's hand and left the tent which now was just silent. Feanor stood there silently. The whole tent was silent, all the brothers just stood there.

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Narndir looked up as Feanor stepped into the tent. Feanor's face was read with rage. "What did you do to my son!" He screamed at the healer.

"What do you mean?" Narndir asked a bit confused.

"I was told you were his healer! While he was here what did you do to him! Are you a spy of Morgoth ordered to tear my sons away from me! ANSWER ME NOW!" Feanor demanded from him.

"Spy of Morgoth?" He repeated before he started laughing much to Feanor's surprise. "I am not a spy of that fallen Valar. I am just a healer and someone who gives advice."

"Then why did you give my sons advice to turn against me!" Feanor snapped.

"I did not do that. I just healed his wounds and was there if he needed to talk." Narndir replied with a sigh as he settled back.

"Then who turned my sons against me!" Feanor yelled at him. Anger still on his face and his mind completely irrational.

"No one. They came to this choice themselves," He replied calmly to him.

"Lies!" Feanor shouted.

"Feanor. Sit down and for a few moments and calm down." Narndir sighed and waved his hand to the spot by him as he started to pour two cups of tea.

"Calm down! My sons turned against me and-" Fear started to scream again but Narndir cut him off. "Your sons did not turn against you. Now sit, that was not a request."

"How dare you order me! Who do you think you are!?" He demands.

"I am Narndir. One of the firstborns, I knew your parents growing up as well as their parents. I also was close friends with the first elves to awaken. I am also a healer who already has traveled far and learned much. Now sit." Narndir replied calmly as he stared Feanor right in the eye. Feanor just stared at him, stunned, and very few things ever got him stunned. He did not except this answer at all from this Avair healer. Feanor just stormed over and sat down crossings his arms much like an angry elfling.

"Now listen to me. No one told or convinced your sons to do anything, the made their choice. A choice that does have backing." Narndir said as he handed Feanor a cup of tea.

"How can idea have any backing! They are giving them up the silamrils!" He screamed angrily as he drank the tea he was offered.

"Yes, but it is because of the oath that binds them. The memories of what they did, it hurts them, the fact that Amras lost his twin, and Amrod nearly died. They are scared, they don't want to lose each other or anyone else." Narndir said. "You may not like their decisions or agree with them but at least acknowledge them. Respect your sons for it."

"I do respect my sons for their decisions but not when I am losing them for it!" He snapped.

"So that's why you do like it," Narndir said.

"What do you know." Feanor snapped again slamming the empty cup down.

"I can see that it's not just the oath that's bothering you but the fact you feel you are losing your sons because of it." He said. "Well, I can tell you this. If you let them go, you will not lose them. They just want to be free of this oath that seems to control their actions. Not you."

Feanor just glared at him but was silent with crossed arms. He stared at the ground sitting there silently. He then looked up when Narndir started to talk again, "Listen. I do have an idea for you but you will have to be a bit flexible. Yet, if you follow it, you will not lose your sons."

"I am listening," He said after a moment.