Author’s note: This is my first published fanfic (or completed, for that matter) so I would really appreciate your opinions about it. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody. It all belongs to Tolkien. I’m just playing around with it.

Many years have passed since then, and the tales that are now told are not as they were. Murderers you call them, vile and bloody and honorless. It tears my heart out to hear these words. You storytellers were not there, how could you know what it was like?
If you have ever drunk the wine, rich and red, in the halls of Oromë perhaps you can begin to imagine what it was like, hearing Fëanor speak. Nothing mattered in all the world, save that his voice was on you, surrounding you, upholding you in the grief and fear of what had befallen. All that we held true had come crashing down around us, tearing us to pieces; and he offered us comfort, peace, revenge for our sorrows. How could we have made any other choice?
They were driven mad, you see. They forgot everything, so great was their trust for their father and love for their father’s father. I cannot even begin to tell you of it, but I will say this: Never again did they love anyone as they had before, once they realized that the lives of those they held dear could end. Only Curufin ever wed, and it brought him great grief in the end.
Yes, my sons and my husband swore the oath. Their hearts were full of flame and their minds of despair. I would that they had never done it, yet I do not hate them for it. Perhaps if they were the victims of the Kinslaying I would feel differently. I am not sure. As they saw it, they did what must be done. I can speak no ill of them, save to say that I would rather they had kept silent, though that is not their way.
You portray them as foul and cruel, you never saw their faces. They were as loving and kind as any men who have never known sorrow. Their crimes were not entirely of their own doing. Morgoth Bauglir, the Cursed One, Deciever and Destroyer, drove them to do it. I know as you may not how he poisoned the mind of my love, filling it with his lies. If anyone is to blame it would be him.
You may say what you like but I will not listen. They were compelled to take the accursed oath and I have no anger for them.