In a seditious speech before the Noldor elves, Fernor swore in the name of the Veras to the holy mountain Tyniquitir that if anyone dared to seize or keep their own elven diamond, whether it was a Vera, a demon, an elf, or a human, including the unborn, any creature, great or small, good or evil, would be pursued with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the earth, until the end of the world.

It was also because of Fernor's words that the elves who did not yet know the existence of humans heard about humans for the first time. Their minds began to think of the words of the day, and gradually the confusion spread among the Noldor. They begin to think things in a bad direction, and the actions of the Veras confirm Mirkor's lies. That's what is real becomes fake, and what is fake becomes true! Many of the Noldor Elves believe that the Veras summoned them to Valinor because they were afraid of them. And intend to hand over the vast land of Middle-earth in the future to the weak and short-lived human beings! As a result, many elves echoed the common oath that Fernor had made with his seven sons!

The vows were made by Mesros, Marglore, and Kellegon, Kulufin and Karanhill, and Annrod and Anris, all princes of the Noldor. Many of those who heard these terrible words could not help but feel fear. Because once the oath is made, it cannot be reversed, whether it is good or evil, and it will be tightly entangled with the oath taker or the oath breaker until the end of the world.

As a result, Finn and his son Tegang opened their mouths to refute Fernau, and a fierce war of words resumed, and the two sides were once again on the verge of drawing their swords. Fortunately, Fernafin, who had always been soft-spoken, spoke, and he tried to calm down the Noldor elves, and persuaded them to stop and think about it for a while, because once it was done, there was no room for recovery; His son, Olose, persuaded the people in the same way.

But the only woman among the princes standing in the fierce debate that day, the tall and brave Galadriel, was eager to leave. She didn't take any oaths, but Fernor's words about Middle-earth had touched her heart, and she longed to see the vast and defenseless land, and rule a territory as she pleased. Galadriel had the same thoughts as Fen Gourne's son, Fingon, who, although he didn't like Fernor at all, touched his heart just as much; Along with Fingon were Fernoven's sons, Angelo and Agnor, as they had always been. However, several of them remained silent, and did not say anything to confront their father.

When Fernor began to tell the Noldor elves to set off as a group, the conflict resumed. Although Fernor persuaded the people to leave the place, it did not mean that everyone was united in honoring him as king. Finn and his sons had always been very beloved by the masses, and if he did not follow, his family and most of the residents of Tirien would refuse to leave on the road.

So, in the end, a large number of Noldor elves split into two teams and set out on their own paths of misery and hardship. Fernor and his followers were pioneers, but those who followed after Finnish were many more subjects; It was against his own wisdom that Fingong had set out, partly because his son Fingong was strenuously insisting on going, and partly because he did not want to be separated from his own people, who were eager to go, and he did not want them to be driven by Fernor's rash and reckless rhetoric. Moreover, he never forgot what he had said before the Manwei Throne.

However, just as the crowd was singing triumphant songs and Fernor was about to step out of the city of Tyrion, Manwe's messenger finally arrived, saying, "Listen to my advice, and do not follow Felno's foolish decisions." Don't go any further, this is an evil time and the path will lead you to an unforeseen abyss of sorrow. No Vera will come to your aid in this expedition, but they will not stop you; You should understand that! You are free to come here, and therefore free to leave. But you, Fernor, son of Fenway, will be exiled for the oath you have taken. The lies that Mirko sowed, you will forget in bitter remorse. As you say, he's a Vera; Therefore your oath will be completely nullified, for as long as one day remains, you will not be able to overcome any Vera, and even if the one you swore by made you three times stronger than you are now, you will not be able to overcome him. ”

Fernor laughed at this, and then spoke, not to the messenger of the herald, but to the Noldor elves: "Good! Will you, brave and fearless people, banish your prince and his son in one fell swoop, and then go back to live in prison? If anyone wants to go with me, I will say to them: Do you have a sad premonition about the future? And we have seen what sorrow is in Amen. In this land, we go from joy to sorrow. Now we're going to do another attempt; Find joy through sorrow, or at least find freedom. ”

Then he turned to the messenger and shouted, "Go and tell Manway Sulmius, the Lord of Arda, that if Fernor cannot defeat Morgoth, at least he will not sit back and mourn all day long and delay against him." Perhaps the fire that was placed in my soul was more fierce than you know. The damage I have done to Vera's great enemies will at least surprise those who sit in the judgment circle. Yes, in the end, even they will come and follow me. Good bye! "At that moment, Fernau's voice was so loud and fearless, so strong and powerful, that even Vera's herald could not help bowing to him, indicating that he had received a complete answer, and then departed; So the Noldor Elves obeyed Felnor. So they set off on their way; The royal family of Fernor hurried ahead of the brigade to the shores of Elandi, and none of them looked back to catch another glance at the city of Tirien on Tuna in the Green Hill, not even once.

Behind them were the slower, less hurried people of the Finn kingdom; Among them, Fingon is at the forefront. Behind them were Fernaffin and Finrod, and many of the noblest and wisest elves of the Noldor; As they went, they kept looking back at the beautiful city behind them, until the lights of Mindon Eldaliva disappeared into the thick darkness of night. From now on, more than all other exiles, they miss the joy they have abandoned, and some of them carry with them the beautiful objects they have created because they are reluctant to abandon them; These things have become a comfort and a burden in the long distance.

Fernor led the hordes of Noldor Elves north, as his primary aim was to follow Morgoth's trail. In addition, the Circle at the foot of Mount Tenikutir is located near the outer ring of Arda, where the sea is unfathomable, but the further north you go, the narrower the sea separating the two continents, and at the northernmost point, the Ariman Wasteland of Amen is almost connected to the coast of Middle-earth.

As Fernor's mind began to calm down, he realized what was coming. There are so many people, they carry a lot of baggage, and each of them is a large bag and a small bag, dragging their families with them. They were slow to reach Middle-earth at all. The only way to transport a large number of people and goods quickly and with a large number of people and goods is to leave by sea. However, the Noldor Elves don't know how to build ships at all, and even if they do, if they start building now, it will inevitably take a lot of time. So, Fernor thought of a way, that is, to win over the Tayleri elves (Falmari, sea elves) If they can win over these elves who can build sea ships, then they will have a better chance of winning the war against Morgoth.

So, he hurried to the port city of Okutmidi on the coast! His speech was repeated there, but no matter what he said, the Tellerian elves were unmoved. They were saddened and saddened by the loss of their close kindred, so they acted not to help but to dissuade. They were reluctant to lend any ships, and at the same time they would not go against Vera's wishes to help build ships. As for themselves, they didn't want to build a home anywhere else except Valinor. In the same way, they did not want to honor other people as kings except their king, Owe. This greatly annoyed Felnor, who rushed to see Owee and said unceremoniously, "When your people set foot in Valinor, our people helped you build cities and ports, but when we needed help the most, you chose to refuse!" You empty-handed, idle cowards, you still live in shabby squalid huts without our help! ”

But Ouwei replied, "We have not forgotten your help, we have rejected you because of the friendship between you and me, and we are dissuading our friends from returning to the right path." Although the city and the port were built with the help of the Noldor, the building was not built by you, but by the Lord of the Sea. We will not sell our ship, it is important to us. It's the brainchild of our people just as the gem is to the Noldor people, and we can't make another beautiful piece! ”

Fernor departed angrily, and came to the outside of the city of Okutti, where he calculated in the dark until his men arrived. When he judged that he had enough men, he set out for Swan Harbor and began to send men to the ship anchored at the harbor, intending to forcibly take the ship and sail. Of course, the Tellerie elves resisted, and they pushed the Noldor elves who came forward into the sea one after another. So, a sword was drawn, and a fierce fight soon began on the ship, on the embankment by the harbor, under the lamp, and even under the majestic arches of the harbor. Felno's men were repulsed three times, and quite a few were killed on both sides; However, the group of Noldor vanguards, reinforced by the vanguard of Fingon and Finn, came to the harbor to find that the war had begun, and their own people had fallen, so they joined the battle indiscriminately without knowing why; In fact, some of them thought that the Tellerians had been ordered by Vera to intercept the Noldor.

In the end, the Taylorians were defeated, and most of the sailors of Okutmidi were maliciously killed. For the Noldor have become fierce in despair, and the Tellerians are not as strong as them, and most of them are armed with light bows and arrows. So the Noldor took their white boats, and the oarsmen steered them as far north as they could, along the coast.