After the Darkening by Selkiessong

Chapter 1

Father, sons, jewels, safety. Dead, threatened, taken, lost.
All his life people have praised his mother’s insight- Feanaro, Spirit of Fire, but she had miscalculated ever so slightly, the infinitesimal mistake that leads to pile of rubble rather than a sculpture. He is not the fire, he is the fire’s feast, an endless supply on which to feed on, to burn, to consume.
Father, sons, jewels, safety. Taken, lost, threatened, dead.
And the Valar, the untrustworthy Valar, don’t they know, don’t they understand? He needs the Silmarils, needs their light, needs their strength. When they’re gone he’s unsettled, as though the best part of himself is gone and lost, howling for him in the Darkness.
Father, sons, safety, light. All gone, all lost. Only his Silmarils calling for him from across the sea.

Chapter End Notes

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