Uinen’s Revenge by oshun

Uinen’s Revenge

The proud swan ship plied the unknown waters. She cut swift and true through towering swells, as though she knew not what fell and fey strangers controlled her. A vicious wind began to tear at her fair and gossamer sails, towering perilous waves to break across her deck.

The storm had arisen in an instant. Fëanáro turned, still clear-browed yet wild-eyed, his black hair clinging to his face.

”Nelyafinwë!” he roared, audible above the tempest.

”Yes, Atar.”

”Get everyone below. Secure the ship.”

”Shouldn’t you let me take the helm and go below yourself?”

Fëanáro turned upon his eldest son with a snarl. ”You claim to love these people and purport to succor them? Then do it. Or I shall find someone who will.”

Chapter End Notes

The hyperbolic language and description is used with a fond grin and nod to the countless hours of my childhood spent reading poems and stories about the sea.