Spirit of Fire by Lotrfan

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Chapter 81


Chapter 81


He rests on a makeshift litter, fashioned from Nelyo's cloak, as his sons race to carry him from the battlefield, before more forces are unleashed on them from Angband's gates. Each breath burns Fëanor's lungs and he feels his charred skin crack when he tries to move. He must make them stop; he must speak to his sons before his body fails him completely.


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