50 Prompts: AU Silmarillion by Urloth

Prompt: Blood (Feanor, Original Character)

Written on the night of the Armageddon that wasn't.

Trigger warning: Murder/Death

Summary: Feanor and the Living Silmaril

(to be considered AU I suppose, from my other living Silmaril stuff. An AU of an AU. AUception.)

“We do not mind that thou dost not recognise us.”

The creature wearing his face smiled, speaking in fluid, natural Quenya, and the fingers of the hand resting on Fëanário’s arm gently stroked the material of his tunic. 

“We always dreamed of thee,” the creature murmured, “throughout our entire existence, we dreamed of our reuniting with thee, even as we sought to escape our destruction.”

Those too bright eyes dimmed at the mention of death and it sighed, more bright blood escaping its lips to drip off its chin. Where the vitae dripped the dry leaves around them caught fire. He was forced to stomp out the little fires, least they unite and send the drought ravaged forest along the dried up river bed up in a blaze.

The moment he pulled the sword from the creature, the entire area would go up in flames. The sword was effectively acting as an ineffective plug, keeping the most of the creature’s incendiary blood inside it. 

It slid its other hand down the protruding hilt of Fëanário’s sword to where the blade was snugly embedded in its ribcage.

It should be dead by now. He had securely pierced it’s heart.

“We wish we could have spoken to thee instead of drawing thine ire,” the creature confessed sadly, “but my other two suppose that is fate.”

Fire like his own flashed in the creature’s eyes.

“But I believe that you have lost what made you so mighty,” it bared its teeth at him in a corpse’s grin, speaking to him suddenly in that rolling, buzzing tongue of the grey-elves “that you have finally broken.”

“How does it feel to finally be the pretty doll the Valar longed to play with for so long?”