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This was such a sorrowful yet hope filled window into Mandos' Halls.

A former Orc with her head in the lap of the warrior who slew her.' So poetic and a beautiful image to envision.

I find it so tragic that Feanor's fire is no more. Hard to believe his fire would ever go out. Only by his sons deaths could it ever be extinguished. 

He had blazed, once. Had arrived unbowed, incandescent, his very being a furious shout. No regret could be discerned in the flames of his eyes, no remorse for the souls sent before him by sword and come after him by ice. The Spirit of Fire burned bright and the world was caught in his conflagration.

Great imagery.

Thank you for sharing.