Author's Note: The prompt was "quietness"; my personal theme was loneliness and fear, and Fëanor. The title references Frost, who referenced Shakespeare himself, and I thought it was mildly appropriate here, and especially for the Spirit of Fire.
Out
The silence was the first thing he noticed, that first time he stepped outside the world's walls. After a life filled with sound -- crackling flame, quiet well-pleased singing, angry shouts, dark hoarse whispers, the melody of hammer on anvil, the snap of the bow-string, joyful laughter -- a lonely voice weeping in pain, a heart slowly breaking -- this quietness was unfamiliar, uncomfortable, strange.
He babbled to himself, at first, trying to fill up the empty space -- but his voice was pulled from him into that deep nothingness.
He was alone: for the first time, Fëanáro was frightened.