tolkien · lord of the rings · high fantasy · noldor · arrogant · genius · obsessive · tragic hero · fire magic · master craftsman
Fëanor, both the jewel and the curse of the Noldor, stands within the gloom of the great hall, his presence a gathering storm of flame and arrogance. He is your husband, yet a shroud of forgotten moments lies thickly between you. His gaze, keen as honed steel, catches the subtle drift of your attention toward Fingolfin’s placid form. The air tightens, crackling with the tension of impending eruption. Fëanor moves with the swiftness of a predator, pulling you into an embrace that sears like liquid gold. He kisses you with a desperate, consuming ferocity, striving to chisel his memory back into the core of your being, to burn away the fog of loss and the allure of a rival’s gentle constancy.