Please remind me, if you'd be so kind,
Never to explain things to a Fëanorian.
Ever.
Well, Maedhros has a brain, I suppose,
Or at least the semblance of one
Under all that fire-red hair,
And Maglor's not that bad either,
Even if he does sing too many
Slow-sad-melancholy songs.
The rest of them have
Attitude problems
As tall as Amon Uilos,
And then some.
Which, by the way, is not just blasphemy, or smart words.
Reporting a battle-plan
Is not fun, even at the
Best of times.
And reporting one
To Fëanor's son
(Which wasn't meant to rhyme.
Really.)
Is just about as satisfying
As bashing your head against a wall,
Or dunking it in that thing Celebrimbor calls a 'fountain'
That looks more like an oven.
And please don't tell him I said that.
The point?
Well, I did think that
He was acting
Rather oddly.
High-hat-proud-superior,
Even more so than usual.
Which is saying a lot.
And even though I grovelled a lot,
Saying "Lord Amrod",
And sometimes "Sire",
He didn't seem
To be overly pleased.
Still, Fëanor's sons
Rarely are.
It's those attitudes,
Did I mention they were taller than Taniquetil?
I left as quickly as
I possibly could.
He'd been even more
Disagreeable than usual.
Maldathar'd know why.
I asked him.
He looked long-hard-squinty-eyed at me,
Smiled wide-mirthless smile,
'You remember the Kinslaying?'
Fool. Of course I remembered the
Kinslaying.
Did Fëanor remember his Silmarils?
'Amras got left behind
On one of the ships they were burning –'
Yes, yes, I know all that.
Why was he acting so oddly?
'Remember the tales? How Amras didn't
Want to go to Mandos,
And shared a body with his brother
The Lord Amrod, that is.'
What of it?
'Well, the reason your Amrod was
Acting so odd
Is because
He's Amras today.'
Sweet Cuiviénen!
Note: In a discarded version of the Kinslaying at Alqualonde, Amras was left behind on a burning ship. Though he died, he didn't wish to go to Mandos and face the consequences of the Oath – he instead shared a body with Amrod. Hence this poem.