The Mind of Fëanor

 My father before me, Finwë. He brought me into this world soon to be ruling with a crown atop my head. My birth had relinquished the lifeforce of my mother Miriel, consuming her in spirit and body, with her desire to be released from the labor of living leaving her as nothing more than a husk. I hear that before her passing, she spoke these words of me: ‘Never again shall I bear child; for strength that would have nourished the life of many has gone forth into Fëanor.’ My father grieved all the same for his loss, but in eventuality, he remarried and that gave way to the spawn of my ‘siblings.’ I loved my father dearly, but the one he married, Indis, I could not accept. I tended to have distanced myself from Indis and her children…as I never did fully feel that they were my own. Perhaps the sacrifice of my mother upon my birthing gave way for my greater talents. I found them at a young age. I had a particular gift for the art of craftsmanship, and my tongue was sharp with its capacity for language. I take great pride in my craftsmanship especially, it is almost the art for which I live. Later on, I found my beloved, Nerdanel. She was the daughter of the one whom I mentored under in my crafting, the one known as Mahtan. My skills grew considerably sharp under him. As an adult I ended up spending much time with my seven sons, for they all were loyal to my vision. When I was not with my children, I would work perilously, honing my skills and mastering my arts. One of my feats includes the creation of Tengwar, my own form of writing, though, my most impressive one was the creation of my Silmarils. To create these Great Jewels, I harnessed the power of the light from the Two Trees of Valinor, trapping them in three beautiful gems. These gems are my prized possession. It would have been a sin to let anyone get their hands on them, for they are mine and mine alone. I guarded them with the utmost care, though I did have a particular joy for showing them off on occasion. I received great praise for these monumental creations. Later on though, the dark Melkor came, and I was deceived. I never did fully trust him, but I blindly spiraled into my own darkness anyways. My Kingdom of Noldor grew displeased, and I heard of a rumor that my half-brother Fingolfin sought not only to usurp my throne, but also take my precious Silmarils. In my rage, I had threatened Fingolfin. I suppose this was the breaking point, as I had been summoned to the Ring of Doom soon after. I told them of Melkor’s trickery, but it had been deemed that my crimes were still of my own doing. Exiled, I took my greatest treasures, among them the Silmarils, and left home. In my exile, Melkor tried to come to me and sway me to his side, but I saw through his trickery. He simply wanted my Silmarils. He retreated in seething anger. Some time later, my exile was temporarily lifted for the great feast at Valinor, where I reunited with Fingolfin. He sought to mend our relationship, accepting my place as the elder brother…I only begrudgingly accepted, still reeling from what had been done. Though, disaster struck. Melkor had managed to destroy the Two Trees, leaving the only light as the ones within my great Silmarils. Ultimately, these prized possessions of mine were whisked away from me at the same moment that my father had passed. Left in nothing but rage and despair, I knew there was only one thing I could do…