She was tall and strong, and loved much to ride and hunt in the forests… Ar-Feiniel she was called, the White Lady of the Noldor, for she was pale though her hair was dark, and she was never arrayed but in silver and white.
Eol and Aredhel often walk through the forest, showing their son the different plants and animals or talking with the ents that tend to the trees. Today they have encountered a troop of soldiers from Doriath, the first elves outside of the Nan Elmoth Enclave that Maeglin has ever seen. He’s not certain what to think of them.
Eol doesn’t care about your messages, Mablung, he’s far more concerned about how cute his son is.
Aredhel & Turgon:
Yes,you love Maedhros,we know,you love Maedhros so much,he's the light of your life,you love him so much,you just love Maedhros,we know you love Maedhros,you fucking love Maedhros,okay we know,we get it,YOU LOVE MAEDHROS,WE GET IT.
Aredhel’s story from Gondolin on is a sort of microcosm of the Doom of the Noldor.
She is ensconced in what seems to be the safest, most comfortable, and most peaceful kingdom possible, watched over by Manwë’s messengers. By all rights, she should be happy to remain there indefinitely.
But she yearns for more, for new lands, for adventure. She’s bored. She won’t listen to the reason of authority figures and she breaks out, demanding more for herself. You get the feeling, reading her story, that we’re supposed to be sympathetic to her. Her needs and desires aren’t unreasonable or condemnable.
But we also get the feeling that, well, she isn’t supposed to leave. It’s a dangerous world out there, and, sure enough, she gets lost. She’s attacked and imprisoned and suffers and even if she does make it back home, she’s lost some of herself and won’t be the same. Ultimately, she dies. And it’s tragic and unfair.