History of Tensions - The Splitting of Husband and Wife

"Why do you not wish to come with us?!" Erië shrieked at her husband, the volume of the voice drowned out by the talking of the many Elves within their company. The twins, Fimon and Ýron, covered their ears as they stood between their parents, who were looking at each other in great anger and pain. Fimon and Ýron wept in each other's arms, seeing their loved ones so estranged: They had never seen such strife and anger among their kin, less even among their parents.
"Stop it, stop arguing please!" Fimon yelled over the shouting of his parents, "Ada! Nana!". However, his pleas were unheard and ignored as he winced. His parent's voices became even louder, and some Elves behind them stopped to stare.
"I stay in Beleriand!" Cemnaro declared, standing over his wife, his voice shaking with anger. Erië's fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. However, she calmed down as she surveyed her own Husband with bright silvery eyes.
"Thou dost not seek paradise?" She said coldly, and fiercely, "Then thou shalt feel the pain of never seeing thy wife once more. Come, Fimon!" She declared, and hesitantly Fimon started hobbling over to her, and she gripped him in her arms tightly.
"Ýron!" Cemnaro barked sharply. The other twin soon hobbled over to his father, and now the enstranged family was standing a few meters separated from each other, looking at the other with sadness and anger.
"Farewell, beloved Husband. We shall meet again. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday." Erië's expression softened towards her husband, a sad smile now forming on her lips.
Cemnaro could not resist. The grief upon seeing his wife going on without him, their ways starting to drift apart... just as she turned Cemnaro ran up to her and grabbed her arm, and entwined her in a passionate hug and kiss that could tell a thousand stories. Erië complied, letting her husband exchange the sign of their bond one last time, before she slowly broke out of his embrace, and finally let go of his hand. Erië, who would become one of the Falmari, smiled as she continually kept on walking backwards, following her other brethren to the Island of Tol Eressëa, her eyes on her husband the whole time, who was now waving at her, keeping his rather glazed and empty blue eyes on her face...