Sons of Fire and Blood by Ar-Feiniel

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Pityafinwë and Telufinwë Ambarussa  - Amrod and Amras

Losgar.

They lounged beneath the ancient trees
Listened to the buzzing bees
Watched the cloudless summer sky
As they lay, side by side

Crept through the forest like skilled thieves
Shrouded by the emerald leaves
Drew two bows and closed two eyes
Sighted, aimed, let arrows fly.

Youngest sons of Fëanor,
Unbridled youth and passion raw
Alike in both mood and face
Inseparable they spent their days.

 Listened keenly to bird calls
Swam beneath clear waterfalls
Bounded forth in a tireless race
To first find their mother's embrace.

Years passed in hazy content
They never thought it'd ever end
That they'd forsake this blessed shore
For poisonous and vengeful war.

Father's honour they must defend
And fight until the bitter end
Answering revenge's call
Against Morgoth, the Dark Lord.

But then the fated evening comes
When oars splash like a thousand drums
In dead of night they sail away
And leave their people lost, astray.

But Umbarto the fated one
To compassion and regret succumbs
Within the ship's cabin he stays
To sail back at light of day.

Spirit of Fire has different concerns,
He cries, "Let the ships burn!"
The firelight flickers in his eyes
Fell and fey even as his son dies.

Only after did he learn
That Umbarto also did burn
Now his ashes scatted lie
On the seabed in eternally night.

Ambarussa is alone.
A cold and chilling loneliness
Mixed with silent grief
For half his soul has been
Torn away
And he must live like a shadow
Enduring endless, crippling pain.
He is, perhaps, the only one
Who sheds no tears
When his father meets the same fate
As his other half.