'Vanda Féanórò Nassëó'

It cursed us all. I will not say that we did not deserved to be cursed, because in a way, we did.

'Be he foe or friend, be he bright Vala, foul or clean; brood of Morgoth, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, man yet unborn upon Middle Earth'

We were foolish to swear an unbreakable oath without thinking of the consquesences.

'Neither law nor love nor swords' league dread nor danger not Doom itself shall defend him from Fëanor and Fëanor's kin'

I should have thought - we should have thought. In anger and pain,(1) hate and pride we swore it; that cursed oath.

'Whoso hideth or hoardeth or in hand taketh in finding keepth or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: death we will deal him ere day's ending, woe unto World's end. Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain; hear in witness and our vow remember, Varda and Manwë!'

It has haunted us forever since...


A/N 1: Okay, that sounds like that one line from Blind Guardian's The Curse of Fëanor. You know; "In anger and pain I left deep wounds behind. But I arrived! Truth might be changed by victory. Beyond the void, but deep within me a swamp of filth exists. A lake it was of crystal beauty, but Arda's spring went by. I've heard the warning. Well curse my name. I'll keep on laughing! No regret. No regret!' ... I like that song.

My excuse for the suckishness of this chapter: I wanted to do one centered around the Oath of Feanor. *shrugs*