They told him that his baby sister would no longer play with him, but they did not answer him why, how?

His best friend, companion, gone so soon?

Morwen’s stern face masked her sorrow, and she did not open up to him, sowing seeds of his ingrained melancholy.

When he was sent from Dor-lo-min to Doriath, he asked, “When will you come?”

But she kept a stoic facade, bidding him farewell with just a firm hug and no kiss, for she did not want to show him the bitter tears she kept hidden away.

When will I see you again?