She doesn't know what to do but she can at least be available to be clutched at.

And the square is full and he stands before their people, and he speaks.

"My King is dead. My father is dead. I come to Tirion in grief, and I see that grief will bury us all here. It is time to leave Valinor. It is long, long past the time to leave Valinor. Why, O my people, why should we longer serve these jealous gods? We traded our potential as a people for our safety, and what safety did it buy us? And though he be now their foe, are not they and he of one kin? Vengeance calls me hence, but even were it otherwise, I would not dwell longer in the same land with the kin of my father’s slayer and the thief of my treasure.

Yet I am not the only valiant in this valiant people. And have you not lost your king? And what else have you lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the jealous mountains and the harvestless Sea?"

...He's good at speeches. More, or less, because he's in such despair, she wonders.

"Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless forever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless Sea? Or shall we go home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about where a free folk might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them.

Come away! Let the cowards keep this city. But by the blood of Finwë! unless I dote, if the cowards only remain, then grass will grow in the streets."

How is it supposed to do that without light, she wonders inanely.

He looks more determined, but more fragile, the longer he speaks. "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road! Say farewell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say farewell to the weak! Say farewell to your treasures - more still shall we make! Journey light. But bring with you your swords! For we will go further than Orome, endure longer than Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and have regained the Silmarils that he stole, then behold! We, we alone, shall be the lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and the beauty of Arda! To the Valar we owe nothing, and we will give them nothing -" and then he looks around, trapped, and Tyelcormo leaps up onto the stage with him - so do the rest of them -

Am I supposed to follow you I can't tell--

No, just us, it's okay - he's worried the Valar will try to turn us back from it, we're going to make that impossible - 

The eight of them, standing together, are an intimidating sight. They raise their swords. They glow red in the light of the torches. And Feanaro speaks, and his children echo him.

"Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor’s kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a Silmaril.

This swear we all: death we will deal him ere Day’s ending, woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.

On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!’"

...

His father looks - not okay. But not about to die of grief. Words like that are anchoring. The crowd is silent with shock. They let it mutter. He climbs down and sweeps Idaia into his arms. I think he's going to be okay. He's got to believe it now, at least, that he has people...

Maybe now is not the best time to ask and I'm definitely not going to question your dad on this right now but why did you specifically include people who aren't Morgoth under 'we will kill to get them back' that just seems like tempting fate. But she certainly doesn't resist the sweeping, or refrain from hugging back.

The other Valar demanded them of Father too. At the 'festival' he was summoned to. 

'Kay, but there's a difference between 'I swear not to give you something/not to relenquish my claim to the thing' and 'I swear to kill you if you don't give it back.'

D'you think they'd care about 'we will not relinquish our claim on the thing you stole'? Do you think anyone who already doesn't care about destroying the possibility of an independent Noldorin kingdom'd care that we promise to be mad at them? They're the only light in the world. Everyone's going to want them. Hopefully now they're going to be sensible enough not to try 'theft' as a method of acquisition.

I just hope we don't all end up regretting it, she sighs.

We'll go kill the Enemy and then it won't matter. 

Sweetie I love you but if there's anything these last few Years have taught me it's that optimism is unfounded.

Okay, if someone steals the Silmarils from under the Enemy's nose and then won't give them back even when they've heard that we need them to stop the Enemy and endure outside Valinor, and they are otherwise not enough of a dick to deserve some time in Mandos, I will admit that you are right. How's that?

Yeah. Nothing we can do about it now, anyway, I'm just--worried.

Lots of bad stuff has happened. 

If the Enemy tries letting the Silmarils get stolen to trigger the oath, then they'll be out of his hands sooner. It'd be worth it.

We have enough problems right now without borrowing tomorrow's, she sighs. Just--hold me.

Forever.

I love you so much.

We're all going to come through this okay. I wouldn't let anything else happen.

Not willingly.