The Flame of Fëanor

 I feel a warmth in my core. It is the same flame which has carried me onwards for so many years, but now, it is a flame which burns too strongly for my body. I cannot pick myself up. I cannot move my head to look at the war ravaging around me. I cannot even move my fingers. Only my eyes are full of motion now, drifting along aimlessly. In spite of this, where my body falters, the flame within burns as strong as ever…Perhaps even stronger? As my sons surround me, I see now that this same fire has been lit inside of them as well. They must uphold their oath and avenge me…for I have now shown them that the great darkness plaguing our world is not invincible. That there is hope in the fight against Morgoth, a hope of flame. My sons, my people, and all across these lands will know that Fëanor led his people to victory against darkness, pushing away its great armies. As my vision begins to blur and my body goes numb…I feel only one regret. My mind aches to reach out a hand as I picture my beautiful Silmarils, but I cannot will it. I couldn’t reclaim those gems…Those gems that gave a great deal of meaning to my life. My pride, my flame, my endless fighting…It was for them, and for my father. Letting go of the Silmarils, it hurts. More than anything I’ve encountered thus far. As it all goes dark, so do the Silmarils. It seems that this burden will be passed onto my sons as well, to reclaim my great jewels. A part of me fears that they will fail, and perhaps turn against each other before they can win them back, but there is nothing I can do now besides hope. Hope that the flame I gave each of them truly does burn bright enough to win the battle. I curse the one who took it all from me, that wretched Morgoth. When my sons bring him to his knees, he will see me, looking down upon him, and he will truly see my wrath. My spirit of flame begins to depart from my body, leaving behind nothing but ash. Ash that is carried along by a gust of wind, spreading all across this world. That is the legacy I leave behind. One of unyielding resolve, of great pride, of wrath…and of hope. Even in death, everyone will know that I never stopped burning in defiance against the darkness of this world.