Fire
When Feanor walked into Mahtan's forge that day, he hadn't expected anyone to be there, and especially not her. But when he saw her fiery sheet of hair, he caught his breath. She looked at him for a second and smiled, then turned to the ring she was forging.
Feanor absentmindedly went to his work: a necklace covered in intricate designs. Then he had an idea.
He already knew her name: Nerdanel.
Two days later, she entered the forge. At her work area was a necklace with her name inscribed on it, and a note that read one word:
Fire.
Written for Avendya at LiveJournal