"Atya, I'm scared."

A small voice caught Curufin's attention as he lowered his gaze to meet two large, frightened brown eyes.

He caressed his son's face, sighing. "Why are you afraid, Tyelpë?"

The little elf clutched the blankets of the bed, his small, round face and brows furrowed in pure terror.

"I... I don't want them to take me away!" he whimpered between sobs. "They've taken Uncle Nelyo, they'll come for me too!"

During bedtime, Curufin finds himself consoling a young Celebrimbor.