Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Aha (rage)

Exiled without recourse.
(No warnings.  Drabble, Poetry)

The Tyrant’s Wrath, Fëanor called it: the storm that sank so many ships, his people lost to the sea.  No matter what the Valar meted out, he would not yield.  He had been exiled - what else could he have done?  He stood upon the prow and screamed his defiance:

Let Námo curse and Ossë rage
Let Lindar fall and Swanships break
An oath I made and war I’ll wage
For nothing less, my vengeance slake

Let every drop of Noldor blood
Be shed to see our foe’s demise
No bitter sea nor swelling flood
Shall keep me from rightful prize