Sprinkles of Snow by Tamatoa

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"Torch song"

From Anna(IdleLeaves).


It’s in their blood then, and they wax bright with Laurelin. Flushed and laughing, she leans over him.

“Come now, Fëanáro, show me your fire.”

Enough fire they share then—would that that joyful flame had been the whole of it. But fire burns, as is its wont, and eventually it consumes all things.

She should have known, Fëanáro thinks as he sinks to his knees on the sand, staring sightless at the pyre he has made, unknowing. She should have known not to touch him. Fire can only burn.


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