This is the first of a few short stories I wrote about the ending of something, anything. I'll post all of them in this fic.
I wrote this after I read the Silmarillion, so I was 13 or had just become 14. It was the first year I had English lessons, but I spelling checked everything so it should be OK.
There was no sun today
There was no sun today. He could see no more, everything was dark. Felagund knew Beren was there somewhere, trying to heal the wounds of his friend. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. Memories and dreams of his golden lady far away had kept him awake at night for so long, and even now he could not do but think about Amarie. He had loved her ever since the first time they had met and still it hadn't been enough. Amarie, who did not cross the Helcaraxë but remained in Aman, was not forgotten by Finrod Felagund, Lord of Nargothrond. And on this very moment he knew that, when she had begged him not to leave and that when his father had returned to Valinor, he had made the wrong choice by coming to Middle-earth. Now he felt the pain of his wounds and above them he felt regret for all he had done, but couldn't undo. Life slipped away every single second and all he could think of was his golden lady, Amarie. She would never go to the halls of Mandos and so she never would see him again, nor would he see her, for they were immortal. He heard footsteps, but no help would come in time now, all hope had passed long ago. Finrod opened his eyes one last time and a women stood before him, he knew her, but she wasn't the one his heart desired. He was immortal, once he had been. His world turned black and the light of his eyes passed out as his soul left these lands, the Great Lands, to never come back.