Challenge Fic: "On frozen shores"

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

This morning, as I read the SWG May newsletter, a few ideas scrambled for my attention and one of them managed to come out in words, taking the form of this ficlet. The idea is a major canon twist, as the challenge requires, but it only serves to raise questions as "What if?" and "What next?" (and "WTF?!", if you're not familiar with the way I write Fëanáro.) Joke aside, I do not have the answer to those questions and you are more than welcome to suggest what mgiht have happened if the little scene I have described had actually taken place.

Without further ranting, here is the story:

Title: On frozen shores
Author: Ann_arien
Rating:G
Warnings:Some angst



A gust of frozen air and the shuffling of fabric woke Nolofinwë from his restless sleep. Sore and numb, he moved beneath the blankets that had barely warmed him, the recollection of the dreadful place they were in hitting him with the strength of a fist. His vision cleared slowly, adjusting to the darkness of his tent, and Nolofinwë squinted at the hunched form of his second born. Turukáno's hand grasped his father's shoulder and he shook Nolofinwë, as though his heavy breathing and the frantic look on the young Elf's face were not enough to chase away the last traces of reverie.

"Atar! Atar, they are gone! The ships are gone!" Turukáno said, his voice low but filled with panic.

"What?..." Nolofinwë untangled himself from the pile of blankets and jumped to his feet, a chill worse than that of the frozen North creeping down his spine.

"The Telerin ships are out at sea. They have taken them!" Turukáno exclaimed, his cold hands balled into fists. Anger colored his pale cheeks and his eyes gleamed with tears that Turukáno fought to hold back.

"Who has taken them? Calm yourself, my son, and tell me." Nolofinwë said. He retrieved a blanket that still held some of his warmth and wrapped it around Turukáno's shoulders, pulling his son in a protective embrace.

"Uncle Fëanáro and his sons. They have gone aboard the ships while we were sleeping. Atar, I cannot find my wife and my daughter anywhere! Findekáno and Irissë are also gone and I have no idea who else is on the ships. The people are angry and frightened..." Turukáno murmured, comforted by the reassuring proximity of his father, though Nolofinwë had tenses, upon hearing the disturbing news.

"Are you certain that your uncle and your cousins have taken the ships?" Nolofinwë asked.

"That is what I have been told. What are we going to do, Atar?"

"Come with me." Nolofinwë answered, for he could not tell his son that he knew not what to do and he had been caught at unawares by his brother's actions yet again. He refused to believe that Fëanáro had betrayed them and had stolen those precious ships. Nay, that was not possible.

Nolofinwë walked out of his improvised shelter, ignoring the biting cold, an arm still wrapped around Turukáno's shoulder. Their eyes scanned the wast, dark expanse of water, stretching to the horizon and beyond. It was indeed as his son had told him and Nolofinwë could do naught but accept the obvious: barely within his line of vision, tiny specs of light floated upon the waves, braving the tempestuous sea.

Nolofinwë bit his lip and closed his eyes against the tears that pricked like icy needles. But he had not the time to rage and despair, for his people needed him and his counsel. Inhaling deeply and almost choking as the cold air invaded his lungs, Nolofinwë gently squeezed his son's shoulder.

"Come, we must find your brothers and your sister." he said. Nolofinwë tore his gaze from those minute drops of hope that floated further and further away, turning around to enter his tent and collect whatever items he could spare for those in greater need.

"I must speak to you, brother." a familiar, sharp voice made Nolofinwë gasp and drop the box he had picked up. He started and whirled around, blinking rapidly. "Turukáno, do not stare at me as though you are looking upon a ghost. I am very much alive and here, before you, though you may think or wish otherwise. Arakáno is with the healers and he waits for you. Go to him and let me speak to your father." that same voice spoke to a stunned Turukáno.

Nolofinwë burst out of his tent in time to see his son nodding and turning on his heels. The young Elf all but flew to meet his brother, hoping that Arakáno could explain what was going on. Despite himself, he had never been more relieved as when Fëanáro's voice had startled him out of his miserable reverie.

After watching his son's quickly retreating back, Nolofinwë glared at his brother, failing to register the dark shades under Fëanáro's eyes and the determined, grim look on his face. "What is going on, Fëanáro?" Nolofinwë asked sharply.

"That is exactly what I am here to inform you." Fëanáro answered, calm and cold. "I have put my sons, your eldest and your daughter aboard those ships, with the weaker of our host, and sent them to find more welcoming shores. Turukáno should not fret and wring his hands in despair. His wife and their little girl are tucked comfortably in a warm cabin now."

Shoulders sagging, Nolofinwë looked at the tall, stern figure of his brother. He was unsure how to react, what to say, what to feel.

"I should have spoken with you, yes." Fëanáro added immediately, anticipating Nolofinwë's outburst before it came. "But I would not waste any more time discussing with your idle Council members. Nor would I wait and hear the futile debate on who could go and who could stay."

"So you just roused them from slumber and put them on board." Nolofinwë replied, raising an eyebrow as he saw Fëanáro's shrewd smile.

"They were easier to convince, that way. Too sleepy and too confused to protest." Fëanáro shook his head and his smile faltered as he continued. "I find no joy in separating parents from children and wives from husbands, but there was no other way. We must hope that the lands they reach will be free from immediate danger and that the able bodied soldiers aboard will be able to defend the camp until we rejoin them."

Fëanáro stopped and a long moment of silence fell between them. Nolofinwë tried to collect his thoughts and say something, but none of the sharp remarks that ran through his mind seemed appropriate. In the end, he just sighed and gave his brother a reproachful look.

"I consulted Findekáno in your stead, knowing that you had retired to rest. He will return with Macalaurë and the more skilled of the mariners. We just have to find a way to survive here, until they arrive." Fëanáro said and then remained quiet. His eyes sought the dark line of the horizon, where the tiny lights were beginning to flicker out of sight.

Nolofinwë followed his gaze but his eyes soon returned to his brother's face. Forgetting his own anger and fear, Nolofinwë's heart ached upon seeing the sorrow written on Fëanáro's features. There was hope, yes, but buried beneath the anguish of loss, the pain of guilt and the dire need of vengeance. Nolofinwë stepped toward his brother and rested his forehead on Fëanáro's shoulder.

"Why did you not go with them?" he asked, his voice so low that the frozen, bitter wind almost carried it away.

"The remainder of our people would have held themselves betrayed if I had not remained behind. As a guarantee, if you will. Those loyal to me, who know that I would never abandon them, are too few and not looked upon well enough to convince the others. Even you feared that I had fled and left you behind, when your son came to warn you, did you not, brother?" Fëanáro asked, his voice slightly wavering as he finished his inquiry.

Nolofinwë refused to admit it, though his brother needed no confirmation to know the truth. "You are our King, Fëanáro. Where you lead, we will follow." was all that Nolofinwë could utter, his face pressed against his brother's shoulder. Despite the numbing cold, Fëanáro felt so warm and so alive.

"Even to the bottom of the Sea? I think not, Nolofinwë. And I would that you had gone with my sons, but who would hold your followers together, who would calm them and bring them reassurance, if not you? I am no King, brother. Not here, not now, not until the Dark Foe is beaten down and his foul deeds avenged. Atar... Atar is the only King..." Fëanáro broke of, swallowing the painful lump in his throat.

Tears trickled from the corners of Nolofinwë's eyes and he wrapped his arms around Fëanáro. Covering Nolofinwë's hands with his own, Fëanáro sighed, trying to push back the dark thoughts that assailed him. He could not afford to despair.

Comments

[digdigil.livejournal.com]

Whoa! You were so quick with this, Alina! But how powerful and beautiful it is. My breath was caught in my throat as I was reading it, and then by the end a lump had formed there. I think I have fallen in love with Nolofinwë all over again. This part:

Nolofinwë bit his lip and closed his eyes against the tears that pricked like icy needles. But he had not the time to rage and despair, for his people needed him and his counsel. Inhaling deeply and almost choking as the cold air invaded his lungs, Nolofinwë gently squeezed his son's shoulder.

Oh, Nolo, my baby! If I'd been there I'd have comforted you and I would tell you that your brother did not forsake you!

Oh, Alina, what a magnificent idea you have here! I love it that Feany is not evol!

"The remainder of our people would have held themselves betrayed if I had not remained behind. As a guarantee, if you will. Those loyal to me, who know that I would never abandon them, are too few and not looked upon well enough to convince the others. Even you feared that I had fled and left you behind, when your son came to warn you, did you not, brother?" Fëanáro asked, his voice slightly wavering as he finished his inquiry.

*Sigh*
Feany sounds just like a king, or at least a leader of his people, in the above section. If you were a subject, how could you not love him?

Nolofinwë refused to admit it, though his brother needed no confirmation to know the truth. "You are our King, Fëanáro. Where you lead, we will follow." was all that Nolofinwë could utter, his face pressed against his brother's shoulder. Despite the numbing cold, Fëanáro felt so warm and so alive.

"Even to the bottom of the Sea? I think not, Nolofinwë. And I would that you had gone with my sons, but who would hold your followers together, who would calm them and bring them reassurance, if not you? I am no King, brother. Not here, not now, not until the Dark Foe is beaten down and his foul deeds avenged. Atar... Atar is the only King..." Fëanáro broke of, swallowing the painful lump in his throat.

Tears trickled from the corners of Nolofinwë's eyes and he wrapped his arms around Fëanáro. Covering Nolofinwë's hands with his own, Fëanáro sighed, trying to push back the dark thoughts that assailed him. He could not afford to despair.

The last three paragraphs are powerful stuff indeed. Lots of raw emotion. (You are the Queen of raw emotion, I think, Alina!)

Wonderful, wonderful beginning to May - the Twist Month!

Way to go!

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

Whoa! I went O_O when I saw your icon, 'cause it looked kind familiar. And then I giggled, 'cause DAMN, it is one hot piece of work and Nellas is a genius.

Whoa! You were so quick with this, Alina! But how powerful and beautiful it is. My breath was caught in my throat as I was reading it, and then by the end a lump had formed there. I think I have fallen in love with Nolofinwë all over again.

*squees quietly* I was quick because I felt inspired, even though this piece is nothing much but a sketched out scene and it does little to reveal the changes of such a canon twist. My, my, but you sure know how to let a rampaging bunny go loose. ;)

Oh, Nolo, my baby! If I'd been there I'd have comforted you and I would tell you that your brother did not forsake you!

'Course he didn't. And he's very hurt to know that most of the others think of him as such. He's very brave to admit that he also remained behind as some sort of guarantee that the ships would return.

Oh, Alina, what a magnificent idea you have here! I love it that Feany is not evol!

Feany, evol? NEVAH!!!

Feany sounds just like a king, or at least a leader of his people, in the above section. If you were a subject, how could you not love him?

Oh, I'd have loved him and followed him to the ends of the World, regardless, but yes, I did want to show him trying to fill the position he never wanted and was sure he would never have to fill.

The last three paragraphs are powerful stuff indeed. Lots of raw emotion. (You are the Queen of raw emotion, I think, Alina!)

Awwww! {{{Jenni}}} But 'raw emotion'? I hardly thought I had it in me, what, with all the PWP smut my brain is usually floating in. Methinks this week-end was angst and emotion week-end for me, after being trapped indoors with school-work, while everybody else was out enjoying Spring.

Thanks so much for this great challenge idea and I can't wait to see what you are going to write. The Truko&Luthien story, perhaps? *hopeful grin*

[digdigil.livejournal.com]

Oh, did you like my idea for this month's challenge?

There's something inspiring about the idea of Feany becoming king and having all these rabid fans followers!

Awww! I'm sorry you had to stay inside studying, although not really, because it's more important to do your school-work. And it will make it that much sweeter to write more plotbunnies and smut when you're finished!

MMM...for my contribution I'm writing two different things I suppose...and the two of them overlap two other 'challenges' per se: one, the Celegorm/Luthien story, which overlaps into Celegorm Appreciation Month, and my Feanor/Maglor birthday fic for you, which I am currently writing and it's so steamy it's burning up my pages--SSSSSS!!! But it also fits with this month's 'Twist' challenge!

Damn! I've been trying to write it all morning and the stupid phone has rung FIVE times! First, I had to fob off someone from work who wanted me to go in this morning! Luckily I couldn't get a babysitter (but she wants me to work tomorrow--AUGHH!) and three other stupid calls for my daughter! They keep interrupting my flow of smut, angst, hottness and sex! How dare they! The sooner I can finish off this chapter, the sooner I can get it posted, but RL is getting in my way!

[aramel-calawen.livejournal.com]

Rather nice AU, though I do think that Feanor is a bit OC. But his pride, I think, was well-managed, as was the idea of sending the women and kids off first.

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for reading and for the encouraging words. You are absolutely right about Feanor being OC, and more than a bit. I'm afraid it is because of my rather biased opinion of him, since I love the Elf dearly and every time I write about him, he comes out like I see him. And more like he should have been.

[aramel-calawen.livejournal.com]

So he does with me, which is why I wish I could just beat my Feanor-muse into submission much of the time. Somehow, I never succeed. :P

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

Somehow, I don't think that beating Feanor will make him submit. (OK, this makes a very naughty picture in my smutty head.) There might me other...*ahem*... means of persuasion.

Bah! Don't listen to me pimpimg my Elf, OK? ;)

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, I love stories that begin with such a clear and evocative setting.

A gust of frozen air and the shuffling of fabric woke Nolofinwë from his restless sleep. Sore and numb, he moved beneath the blankets that had barely warmed him, the recollection of the dreadful place they were in hitting him with the strength of a fist

Just lovely. I wonder though if the 1st Kinslaying did happen, to me it feels like those negotiations were successful, otherwise you would have left more clues on that.

Saying this, if this is the case, this makes Fëanor perfectly CC. Being tired of negotiations, getting the ships, getting the kids & his sons on board. I mean what a busy night! You capture Fingolfin's feeling of being left out of it. And awww poor Turgon, he surely can run like hell.

This line stood out for me:
He refused to believe that Fëanáro had betrayed them and had stolen those precious ships. Nay, that was not possible.

I think this says a lot about your little fic. Just the hope and trust he still has in his brother, the fact that they also talk about it.. yeah!

One sidenote though, why are you using the mothername for Maglor? If Nerdanel walked out on Fëanor he would adress his son, imho, with their fathername. Just for the feel of consistency :)

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

Just lovely. I wonder though if the 1st Kinslaying did happen, to me it feels like those negotiations were successful, otherwise you would have left more clues on that.

*blushes*

Thank you so much, both for reading this little piece and for leaving such a nice comment. About the first Kinslaying in this AU verse... I would say that it did take place, much to the regret and guilt of the participants. I'm not prone on making Feanor perfect by erasing all his mistakes. Just the ones that he could have avoided if he were just a little more understanding and open to the other side of his family.

I think this says a lot about your little fic. Just the hope and trust he still has in his brother, the fact that they also talk about it.. yeah!

Awww! I'm so glad that this line caught your eye and you picked up the main idea that I was trying to convey. The fic isn't really about the ships&the Noldor sailing to distant, foreign lands. It's about What Feanor should have been like and the way the relationship between the brothers should have turned out. In my head, anyway. :)

One sidenote though, why are you using the mothername for Maglor? If Nerdanel walked out on Fëanor he would adress his son, imho, with their fathername. Just for the feel of consistency :)

He, he... blame it on AMC! *hides from Dawn* Before reading AMC, I always used the father names for all Feany's sons. But, gradually, I got used to Maitimo, Macalaure, Tyelkormo and Carnistir so much. (However, I'll never be able to call Curufin "Atarinke", 'cause that's not a name, but Nerdanel being weird and uninspired. ;p ) You point is excellent and I agree, it would have consistency a lot of good if I had used the father names, but this 'better' Feany calls his sons by the names they also use among themselves. While he is angry with his wife for her 'betrayal', he is not so bitter about it, because he is not without a companion to take her place. *grins* But that's another can of worms.

Er... sorry 'bout the rant and thanks again!

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

I looove to call Curufin Atarinkë! There is something in the soul of it. And he really is a little clone of daddy ;)
I've messed a lot in my story with their names, because I used these I prefer not looking if that's mother or father's name in narration; they use father names in dialogues while talking in public, but Maedhros will call Celegorm Tyelko when they are only among family members.

On more thing occurred me - while Nolofinwë is great here, and I like your vision of Fëanor, I can't get used to this Turgon - he was adult at that time, but he behaves here like a teenager. Maybe it's because Elenwë is gone, but I would rather expect him to be stronger.

OK, no more spaming here ;)

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

I've messed a lot in my story with their names, because I used these I prefer not looking if that's mother or father's name in narration;

You do know that mother-names are never used in the narrative? It's in HOME 12 IIRC. But oh well, just as long if the story sweeps you of your feet right? :) There is something so nice sounding about Nelyo, Tyelko.. it leaves me wondering how Curufin's short nick of his mother's name would have been. Hmmm..

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

I looove to call Curufin Atarinkë! There is something in the soul of it. And he really is a little clone of daddy ;)

Hmm... The idea that Curufin is a little clone of daddy kinda creeps me out. Sure, being rabid about Feanor means I should love the fact that there's another one like him out there, but I try to think of Curufin as more of an individual than a copy of his father.

I've messed a lot in my story with their names, because I used these I prefer not looking if that's mother or father's name in narration; they use father names in dialogues while talking in public, but Maedhros will call Celegorm Tyelko when they are only among family members.

Lol! I don't pay much attention to the names that I use. But that's probably because in most of my fics, the Feanorions are talking to each-other or to friends and they use whatever names or nick-names they like. And Feanor in my stories has no problem calling them by both their father and mother names. I suppose I should pay more attention to this in the future.

On more thing occurred me - while Nolofinwë is great here, and I like your vision of Fëanor, I can't get used to this Turgon - he was adult at that time, but he behaves here like a teenager. Maybe it's because Elenwë is gone, but I would rather expect him to be stronger.

You are spot on with what you've said about Turgon. normally, he should be much more calm and dignified, but he is frightened by the absence of his family, by the place they are in, by what they have done (him being right at Fingon's side in Alqualonde). Plus, Turgon doesn't trust his uncle and his cousins one bit, and he thiks them very capable of treason and abandonment. Which is why he changes colors when Feanor appears out of nowhere and he knows exactly what his nephew is thinking. Turgon is also probably relieved that his wife and his daughter are safe (well, as safe as they can be on an unfriendly sea) and more than a little ashamed of his suspicions. Er... hope this makes sense.

OK, no more spaming here.

Oh, but I love long, rambly comments. They are my absolute favorites. Just ask Dawn Felagund, and Digdigil. So please, feel free to say as many things as you like and be sure that I will have a huge grin on my face when I see a long comment.

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

Sorry - "There is something in the sound of it."

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

He, he... blame it on AMC! *hides from Dawn* Before reading AMC, I always used the father names for all Feany's sons. But, gradually, I got used to Maitimo, Macalaure, Tyelkormo and Carnistir so much.

I know!!!! You are not the only one, so don't worry! :)

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

"Just lovely. I wonder though if the 1st Kinslaying did happen, to me it feels like those negotiations were successful, otherwise you would have left more clues on that."

Ha, that is also my question, too. They seem to be no kinslayers, though still a bit suspicious.

I think that since sons of Fëanor, except Curufin prefered their mother names and used them, we can think these names were in common use. On the other hand mother names were informal, so used only among close family members, not mentioning the nick names... These are a bit contrary informations. I guess Fëanor would rather use the names he has given his sons, but in informal talk with Fingolfin he might use the less formal name to make the situation more intimate, like 'we're in family, no need for titles'.

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

Ha, that is also my question, too. They seem to be no kinslayers, though still a bit suspicious.

You know, in a way I love it when an author leaves that up to the reader :c)

I guess Fëanor would rather use the names he has given his sons, but in informal talk with Fingolfin he might use the less formal name to make the situation more intimate, like 'we're in family, no need for titles'.

Imho, Fëanor really doesn't like his wife anymore, so why should he be remembered every time of that when he uses the names that his wife gave to his children? I don't see him doing that after this estrangement and the whole fuss about the naming of Amrod & Amras and her plead to leave one of her sons with her. This fresh in mind, would he use Nerdanel's choosing of names? But, you know, that is my train of thoughts. :)

I see this differently in AMC of Dawn where their love is still so strong (and yes even I am sometimes thinking in short nicks like Nelyo and such LOL). Dawn, if you read this, you are having an influence on us ;)

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

But I haven't red AMC, yet, I'm not Dawn's victim ;P I'm rather Kasiopea's victim here, she used Quenya names in the 'Dispossessed', one of fics I love. Ivanneth's victim for 'The Follower'. Blame also Claudio's Fingon who disdains savage Sindar. I seem to think similar now... So why use this savage language to name Fëanorions, if even House of Nolofinwë disregards it? ;) These are only a few examples, some stories have too much influence on me.

Really we don't know if this Fëanor was in so hard conditions with his wife. He seems to be sane person, more sane than the canonical one. If we are following HoME XII then really he would never use such name and forbid his sons to use them in his presence. But this Fëanor seems to be less fiery spirit, he is not that mad man burning ships in Losgar, so maybe...
I don't say you wasn't right, I just wonder of the contrary information of Fëanorion's mother names.

[aramel-calawen.livejournal.com]

Imho, Fëanor really doesn't like his wife anymore, so why should he be remembered every time of that when he uses the names that his wife gave to his children?

Or else he might use the mother-names deliberately as a way of proving that no, he's not bothered at all by the memory of Nerdanel, even though he is.

That's the problem with Feanor. He's unpredictable.

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

Beautiful ending scene. Nolo resting his forehead on Fëánaro's shoulder! I would like to draw it one day :)
That's the way things should have happened, the Red Book of Westmarch is a lie, I tell you! Evil Hobbit propaganda ;) Very nice idea and good solution. While Maedhros will take care of the camp in Losgar, the rest of the refugees will pass the sea, both kings in the end. Elenwë and Arakáno will probably survive, Maedhros will never loose his hand and will be spared torment at Thangorodrim, for Nolo will not let Fëanor to die so fast nor to believe Morgoth's messengers. There will be less stupid decisions and better cooperation of both houses. Probably no more kinslayings, too. Really interesting, what way the later events would go with such start!

PS. I think you repeated 'able' here twice:
"and that the able bodied soldiers aboard will be able to defend the camp until we rejoin them."

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

That's the way things should have happened, the Red Book of Westmarch is a lie, I tell you! Evil Hobbit propaganda ;)

rotflmao! Now I have to clean my monitor. I am one of those hobbity fic writers as well ;)

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

I've got a short vignette - or something I don't know how to name it - considering anti-Fëanorian press, though it's old and I have posted it once to a few groups. But not here, there are different people in this group so maybe I'll repost it. Actually this is not so serious image description.

Hobbity fics... I have never red any, except a fics of Maedhros or Fëanor involving Frodo's appearance. My interest ends more or less with the fall of Eregion and I can't see what is fascinating in the hairy feet folks. All the magic is gone with the last elves leaving to Valinor, so the III Age could even not exist for me. The Ages of Stars or Trees and the I Age are my favorite.

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty much random, from Dunedain rangers (my first love), from hobbits to Fëanorians or Finwians :) When a bunny latches on... all you can do is write write write!

But I am curious about the vignette!

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

Or let's say it clearly - all ends with Maedhros' death.

[ann-arien.livejournal.com]

Beautiful ending scene. Nolo resting his forehead on Fëánaro's shoulder! I would like to draw it one day :)

Yes, yes, please do. I've seen your beautiful works of art and if anyone can draw/paint such a wonderful, endearing picture, it's you. And I am so glad that you've enjoyed this little fic, as well.

I agree on the 'evol hobbit propaganda' thing. ;) The 'continuation' of this fic pretty much goes along the lines that you've suggested and I'm thrilled that I've got you thinking about it. That was the main reason why I have written about this 'canon twist'. My thoughts on it are that there would have been a lot less suffering, no deaths in the Finwian camp, no Thangorodrim for Maedhros and some pretty spectacular kingdoms in Beleriand. Gradually, Feanor would have become used to the role of King, probably sharing his responsibilities with Fingolfin. But they still wouldn't have been able to defeat Morgoth without the aid of the Valar so... I really haven't pondered that far.

Thanks so much for the 'able' observation. I hadn't noticed it while editing, but all my gratitude goes to the keen eyes who spot such things and help me. *hugs*

I must tell you that it warmed my heart to see you writing "That's the way it should have happened" regarding Feanor and Fingolfin. It is exactly the way I feel.

[sirielle.livejournal.com]

It will take a while, I have to find out my Fëanor and Fingolfin first before I put them together into one image. I'll remember this scene.

All sounds great, you might continue with it! I'm curious :)