Deeds in Days of Old by janeways

Chapter 1: Fëanor // Candlelight

When he was a boy, he used to read by candlelight, long into the night. He treasured this solitude, when he was free to wander the paths of his thought as he would. Come each morning, the brightness of his father’s halls seemed like a glare, bright behind his eyelids.

But in the home of Mahtan, the candles burned warm and welcoming, glittering like galaxies in Nerdanel’s eyes. Long they would linger in discussion, until the candles burned low. One night, mid-sentence, he leaned over and kissed her. Heat of the light on his skin, he knew he was home.