# 15 Retaliation
The Two Trees were dead. No one was sure how it had happened; nonetheless, it was true. Darkness now spread throughout Valinor, and the Elves were beginning to panic. How could something so horrible have happened? What was going to happen now? The Valar were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out how they could restore the light back to the Two Trees.
Finally, Yavanna spoke. "If I had the Silmarils, perhaps I could use the light of the Two Trees within them to restore the trees."
Fëanor shook his head. "Nay, I will not part with my jewels. Just as the trees could only be made once so is it with the Silmarils."
Just as the Valar were going to plead with him to reconsider, messengers from Formenos came rushing in. "My lords! Formenos has been sacked! Melkor has killed Finwë and taken the Silmarils!"
All blood drained from Fëanor's face, and he rushed back to Formenos as fast as he could. Upon reaching his stronghold, he pushed several other guards out of the way. The sight which met him was heart-wrenching: there laying lifeless on the floor was his father. Fëanor rushed to his side falling to his knees, cradling his father's body in his arms.
Suddenly, he felt something come alive in him he never felt before: pure hatred and fierce anger towards Melkor.
"He is no longer Melkor. I hereby name this foul being Morgoth, and I swear by my life I will not rest until I find Morgoth and make him pay dearly for what he has done this day. I will have my revenge, this I swear!"
After burying his father, Fëanor proceeded to make arrangements for his impending departure from Valinor. May the Valar have mercy on anyone who dares step in my way to stop me, he thought to himself with a snarl.