InsaneJournal

[Filtered; the Vanya]
I wish every day I had died before Fingon, Elenwë. I recall the might of the balrogs with clear memory. A century is not long enough to forget the smell of burning hair and flesh, or to lose the sound of cracking whips and the strike of hammer on helm.

A millennium is not even enough to forget that they beat him into the dust and a pool of his own blood.

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This place is cruel to return him to me, and want to take him away again. Where he goes I will follow him.

On the House of Fëanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also.

What have we done, Elenwë?