Thy Fire
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PG.Summary:
Fingolfin rages at his brother's folly. A drabble.Feedback
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Thrice damned fool! By thy words shalt thou accursed be, for by their wrath thy kinsfolk are cursed indeed. Treacherous bratling that thou art to ensnare us so with thy schemes and betray us then to the glittering of all the starry host amidst the icy wastes... To so besmirch our father's ruin with friendship's blood...
Beware thy fire, Fëanáro! For all thy deeds to evil fall, brother-mine. And the Enemy shall wring from thee and thine a flame to smelt the will, and of the blood-red steel of Noldorin kin, from thy fire newly risen, forge an utmost desolation.
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