Preface: In the first part of my series of short essays on J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion, I began with a critique of the least sympathetic of the "good guys" among the Eldar - the sons of Fëanor. These seven princes of the Noldor, children of the eldest prince and later High King, led their people into Exile under his flag. Cursed by fate and driven by destiny, they nonetheless forged a realm in Middle-earth that outlasted themselves and their war against the forces of darkness. In this second part, I would like to look at their uncle, the secondborn of the Noldor, and his children.