050: "As the wind kindles the fire."
They said Fëanor's birth drank the life from his mother, that Míriel gave all her fëa to this one son and kept none for herself. He was the Spirit of Fire, the elda who lived enough life for four.
Nerdanel was the river and the wind, the tree and the clouds. She brooked the inferno; she reflected the blaze; she kindled the embers. As he worked, she shaped his fire. As she whispered, he inflamed her joys. As one they moved in the world, ever countering and complementing each work of the other.
It really was no wonder, their love.
elda = elf (Quenya)
fëa = spirit/soul (Quenya)
A/N: And we're halfway through! It's a strange thought; there've been points when I wasn't totally sure this project was going to make it this far. Hantanyel—Thanks so much to everyone who's followed, read (8600 views?! wow!), favorited, and reviewed thus far, especially CrackinAndProudOfIt, my regular, and Ruadhnait, who's just joined the ranks. All support is very much appreciated!
