Tag: Fëanáro

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sentences meme -- accepting

            Fëanáro turned his head so abruptly that he could hear the click sound of his vertebrae. The voice had spoken right into his ear, so close, so soft and playful a whisper, that a shiver raised the hair on his nape. He gritted his teeth, so much that his jaw ached. 

            Next to him, around him, there was nothing but darkness, the shape of the cliffs, the black sight of the Pelóri and, more distant, the murmur of the sea. « I do », he hissed. « I do, may you be thrice damned again. » The tents of his host were too distant from his private position to hear him talk to the emptiness of the fog-wreathed and endless night of Aman. He sat down on a rock, grabbing it at the sides to still the impulses of his hands and breathed in and out. « They may forget. They are forgetting. More than one year in this limbo is too much. » He looked up, as if his burning and tears-filled gaze could penetrate the barrier of the mountains, fly over the ocean and reach the lands of Endórë, dig in the earth and reach who was loathed and what was stolen.

            « But I do not. » His voice fell to a whisper, answering now his own conscience rather than an invisible interlocutor. « I do not forget you and I do not forgive you. I always think of you, Black Foe of Arda. » And Alqualondë now was not so distant anymore.