Mirfein :Your thoughts and mine agree entirely! I have NEVER come across a Feanor story that didn't make him completely crackers or like you said an OC monstrosity! But you must understand that Fëanor is very hard to write because of the fact that he is a hard character to portray properly. Keep reading!

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AnnaMariah : Tolkien wrote that elves usually married by the age of fifty r at least knew who they were going to marry. If they could marry at fifty I believe that they must have reached their majority sometime before that. Boy! You get around1 I see your reviews all over the place! But hey, I can always use more my sweet! Yes I am begging but you don't mind do you?

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Chapter 2

In the weeks following the picnic with Fëanor, which my Atar did approve, I heard nothing from him. Of course being a foolish and silly girl, (I was only 46 at the time) I was sure he would come by in the next couple weeks to visit.

But he didn't, and I sulked around the house and my Atar's forge in quite a babyish way. I found all kinds of reason's to compare my home and life to the one I imagined myself living with Fëanor. I went to visit my friends and my family, but in my childishness I never took the road that passed by Fëanor's forge.

However, the time came when I was late going home and decided to return by the quickest route. This brought me passed Finwe's home. He could live in the grandest palace in all Valinor yet he chose a simple home that many considered beneath him. Now I didn't even notice that as I went by the forge of Fëanor.

I should have known he would notice me…

"Nerdanel! Wait!" He called. I stopped suddenly feeling rather tingly all over, but determined that I would show my displeasure at being neglected.

I can still see him as he came up with a glowing hot poker still in his hand and soot smudged all over his handsome face. His long hair was braided, rather sloppily, away from his face,

"Good Evening Prince, what can I do for you?" I greeted, in what I thought an aloof and icy tone.

"Silly girl, come here I have to show you something I made." He said, and seizing me by my arm pulling me unceremoniously into the blazing heat of his forge.

He shoved the hot poker into a bed of coals and kicked his tools around on the floor to make a path for me to walk through.

"Don't touch the walls or anything." he directed, "The whole place is covered in soot."

"Then where am I supposed to sit?" I asked. He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "Yes, that does pose a bit of a problem doesn't it?"

He found one of the high stools but the seat was thickly coated in black residue, "No, that won't do." he muttered swiping at it with his hand. The pale fingers came away grimy and black, shrugging he rubbed it on his tunic and said, "You don't mind standing do you?"

I shrugged in turn and said, "It doesn't bother me." in what I thought a quite blasé manner. However he didn't seem to notice my attitude at all as he brought forth a big glowing…what was that?

"What do you think?" He asked. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting in anticipation. "I think that it's …well, it's very…uh…bright and big and…What is it Fëanor?"

"What do you mean? I should think it was obvious." Fëanor said disappointedly. "Just guess what it is." he encouraged.

"I can't. It just looks like a blob of hot metal." I said peevishly. " It has no shape or design to tell me what it is. How can you expect me to know!" Thinking at he was teasing me I stamped across the room toward the door as fast as the scattered chair, caldrons and tools would allow.

"Nerdanel, wait a minute where are you going?" He called again, I heard sounds of his dropped the glowing blob, and an exclamation of pain as he hit his foot on something on his way after me.

"Oh Valar! Wait!' he said, I started to giggle as he limped after me as I reached for the door. But just as I touched the handle the door swung shut and he had me cornered. I turned to find myself imprisoned between his arms on the either side of me. When he saw I was laughing his expression changed from one of triumph to one of disbelief.

"Oh, you think it's funny do you? You consider my physical pain something humorous?" he demanded.

"I think you're being really silly Fëanor. That thing was just…oh Valar you should have seen you face!" I dissolved laughing.

He looked down at me a moment and said, "I have never been laughed at before and I really can't say that I find it a wonderful experience."

"Poor sweet baby." I teased and ducked out from under his arm. I went up to the blob and poked it with my finger. It was soft and bent with my light pressure, the surface feel smooth and slick like melting ice.

"Now maybe you could just tell me what it is?" I asked turning to smile at him. He leant against the door his arms crossed over his chest allowing his hair to fall over his eyes. The simple action made him even more attractive in my eyes but his long silence made me bold to ignore him.

"I am creating a jewel new to our lands, something that has been in my thoughts for a over two hundred years. It would be used to see from one place to another depending on the will of the one who holds it." His eyes snapped at me through his bangs, "However, you seem to think it is unattractive in the extreme."

"I speak only the truth Fëanor; and I think you know that it could be made with more thought and skill." I said. I studied the blob again noting the size and shape. It had certain lines throughout the black substance telling of stress in the making of it.

He suddenly laughed and coming over lifted the blob in his hands, "Only you would think to say such a thing. Nerdanel have you ever had anyone chide you for lack of discretion?"

Choosing to ignore this question, I went on, "But you see do you not, that the light is far more harsh and gaudy to what it should be. You must start with a cool temperature and work up to greater heat. The light would become fuller, and richer then."

"Do you know of forging Nan?" he asked. I flushed at the nickname only my Atar used, but nodded and said, "I am not the daughter of a forger for nothing."

"Yes, I see." he answered thoughtfully, "You're not like the other elleths are you?"

"Yes, I am." I returned as I moved toward the door again. "I simply find my joy in other things then my companions do. I like to be treated nicely and kindly, but I can wield a mean hammer if need arises."

"I can see that. You're like a fiery red snap dragon from the garden. Once plucked you bloom back with even more strength." he touched my face with his fingers. My heart was pounding against my side so that I was sure all Valinor could hear it. Then he dropped his hand and bent to pick up the would-be-seeing-stone.

"Go home to you Atar, Nan. But…" he paused and cleared his throat, "Don't avoid my forge anymore, I have a feeling that I will need your blunt opinion again."

I stayed a moment with my hand on the door knob waiting, I know not what for. Sensing that I remained he turned and waved a pair of tongs at me,

"I said go home, and perhaps I will have a more suitable object for you to see come the morrow. Be gone with you! I find you are immensely distracting." he gestured toward the door again, and I skipped out into the suddenly too bright treelight.

I went home dancing all the way enjoying the title of being "Immensely Distracting."