Title: The Fire Within

Fandom: The SilmarillionSummary: An in-depth look at the lives of Fëanáró and his sons. Who were they, really?

Genre: Family/Tragedy/DramaCharacters: Mainly Fëanáró and his sons, but many others as well.

Rating: T

WARNINGS: Violence, major character death, various other things. No sex/slash/profanity.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Silmarillion or its characters. Rights to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Author's Note: I know I haven't written anything in a while. There are three reasons for that.

1) I have been very busy with school and things

2) The plot bunnies are sleeping

and 3) I have fallen in love with the Silmarillion, specifically the House of Fëanor.

I know you're going to be asking me 'when are you going to update *insert name of story here*. The answer is, I do not know. I cannot control the habits of the bunnies, and currently they're stuck on Fëanorians.

While we're on the topic of Fëanorians, let me introduce the story.

I've had this in my head for quite a while, but I just decided how I would write it. If you've read the Silmarillion, you'll note how it often reads like a history book: it doesn't go much into their day-to-day lives, feelings, hopes, and ambitions. I've been fascinated with the House of Fëanor ever since I read it, and I have developed their characters in my head so that they're almost family to me, which may or may not be a good thing.

I wrote this to answer a lot of questions I have, to explore a lot of topics that I want to explore, while filling in all the gaps between the events in the Silmarillion. Please note that this is not AU. I am staying strictly on Canon here, and if I skip something or add a major, plot-changing event, please tell me!

Anyway, this is going to be a major thing. I'm talking about a hundred chapters or so. I plan to chronicle the lives of the Feanorians from Maitimo and Findekano's childhood friendship to a lonely Makalaure wandering the seashores and everything in between.

It's a big undertaking, and I could use all the help that I could get!

While it would help a bit, it isn't necessary for the reader to have read the Silmarillion. Though I, myself, love the book, many people think that it is slow and boring. I don't, but I know some people don't have as much imagination that I do. My mind began to fill the gaps and here I am. This story will follow the plotline and add a lot of action and character study. But please note that many things that happen are my invention, not Tolkien's, so don't trust everything you read as Canon. It's still fanfiction.

I apologize early for the extremely long intro and the short chapter, but the next will be longer!

INTRODUCTION: MAKALAURE

The ghosts of the past never went away, not even if he wandered for ages upon ages. They only became stronger as time passes. He never went a day without remembering his father and brothers, his cousins, and his uncles. And he never went a day without remembering their hopeless Oath.

It was a shadow of a life which he lived now, and often he contemplated just how far his house had fallen. And, though he regretted not everything, there were many deeds haunting him; innocent blood shed by his own hands.

A fire had burned within all of the Sons of Feanaro, and, figuratively, that fire had consumed them like it had consumed their father. All of Makalaure's brothers were dead for the sake of the Oath, and he was little more than a wraith himself.

The honor of the House of Feanaro had been lost forever, and Makalaure could do nothing to repair it.

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To Be Continued...