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Words spoken may not reflect the heart's true intent.
Foresight may be perceived as madness.
The cries of gulls are sharp. They scream out their prophesies to the very tune of Arda's Song. It is all so much clearer now. Right here. Do you not sense it? There, in the mist. Breathe it in the salted air. Do you not feel it in the grains you crush beneath your boot? Past, present and future, all in a single fiery melody. I know what I must do. All has been unloaded. I give out the order. Why are you are appalled?
You look at me through yet unshed tears. Such elaborate words you speak, yet your eyes betray your silent plea. Do you honestly believe you can stay my hand by showing me this weakness? All that shall remain of my house? Nay, you merely strengthen my resolve to take this path – if not for love then to spite you.
Aye, so much like Him you are. How I loved you at the beginning. How I love you still. Yet, as He had betrayed me for His desire for another, so you do the same.
Why do you weep? They cannot help our cause. He will turn back. Her blood will see to that. At least, that taint will be his salvation.
It will be their salvation.
I cannot lead them into darkness as I have already led you. For all the pain I have caused them, I cannot bring myself to do more harm. Worry not, they will turn back. They will be granted mercy. They will live on in peace, in blissful ignorance, my son. Do not wish upon them our enlightened doom.
Ai, still you do not understand! Stand back, then! Quickly!
It is not yet your time to burn.
'Now what ships and rowers will you spare to return, and whom shall they bear hither first? Fingon the valiant?'
Then Fëanor laughed as one fey, and he cried: 'None and none! What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. Let those that cursed my name, curse me still, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar! Let the ships burn!'
-- The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien