Casualties: A Drabble about Fëanor
Fëanor sat with his hand wrapped in bandages. He had burnt it that morning, but already the burn was fading.
'Did you really grab a hot diamond?' Nerdanel had asked as she examined the burn. 'Why are you trying to destroy yourself?'
Fëanor had grabbed a hot diamond because he wanted to know how hot it was – because he wanted to know if it would burn. He reached into the embers and pulled it out still glowing. He stared it for a moment before he realized it had burnt his palm off. He put it down carefully and then screamed.
