Tasariel carried faith, in the beginning.
Her heart was set afire by Fëanáro's impassioned words in Tirion. Yes! she thought. In Endórë, we can rule by our own rights, and not as thralls to the gods!
At Alqualondë, her devotion remained unshaken. For Lord Fëanáro! she cried, even as her parents were cut down in the madness.
But at the Helcaraxë she is betrayed. I believed in you, she thinks numbly, seeing the horizon flush an unnatural crimson. I trusted you...
Now Tasariel carries memories of her mother's eyes, her father's safe embrace, and the faith that once blinded her to all else.