♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.
Fëanáro once wore two rings on his right hand.
One bore the heraldry of his House, its coloured gemstones shaped to imitate the flames, the points of the radiant diamond in the centre and its rainbow of refracted light. That ring had melted on his finger as he fought in the darkness before Thangorodrim.
The other he wore on his index finger, the brilliant seal of his marriage vows. That one he had placed in a chest, but the shadow of its shape lingered on his skin like a mark.
So his hand was naked now, and the wraith was kissing his bare fingers. Fëanáro looked upon the pirate with eyes as narrow as the path to gain his good graces and as bright as the grin that Ji-Indur at times flashed. When the other straightened his back, Fëanáro closed his hand in a fist and stared at it, as if he could see the phantom of his rings and feel that of the wraith’s kiss.
« You know not what you do », he declared. « And if you do, what bond is strong enough to guarantee me that you are sincere, that you offer your fealty freely, without the need to wrap you in chains? Do you so readily surrender your freedom? » Raising his chin, his glare was soothed by a shadow, pensive and surprised. « In something I might have indeed misjudged you. »
