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Title: Precious Jewels
Author: Alex
Type: Triple drabble
Notes: For Zafiro_v. Fëanor is hard to resist
Summary: All Fëanor wants is the one thing he cannot have.
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PRECIOUS JEWELS
The beautiful elf stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Was there something about his face that had saddened her so? How could she leave him? How could she?
He picked up one of the stones he had made, a stone more precious than anything any elf had ever made. He looked at its perfect light.
He loved Nerdanel but he could live without her, knowing she was safe and alive made it less painful, though he did miss her. She had made him more … sane.
He picked up a second stone. It’s power made him nearly faint. He had thought the Silmarils would fill in the hole inside his heart. He put one hand to his chest. The hole was still there.
He loved his father. He hated that his father had chosen a new wife to share his love. Oh, there was nothing wrong with her and her gaggle of children. It meant that his mother wasn’t coming back. Not even for him.
He lifted the third stone and rubbed it against the smooth skin of his cheek. He had wanted it to make him feel closer to her, as if making something divine would connect him to her somehow.
Why had she left? Was he such a monster that she could not live in a world that he inhabited? He turned the stone on its side and cut his cheek with the sharp edge, feeling his warm blood trickle from the thin red line. He touched his cheek and felt tears mingle with the blood.
He looked in the mirror. Was he so dark, so hopeless, that his own mother could not bear the sight of him? Was he?
He lay the last stone down sat and wept. He was alone, always alone.
~end~
Author: Alex
Type: Triple drabble
Notes: For Zafiro_v. Fëanor is hard to resist
Summary: All Fëanor wants is the one thing he cannot have.
~~
PRECIOUS JEWELS
The beautiful elf stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Was there something about his face that had saddened her so? How could she leave him? How could she?
He picked up one of the stones he had made, a stone more precious than anything any elf had ever made. He looked at its perfect light.
He loved Nerdanel but he could live without her, knowing she was safe and alive made it less painful, though he did miss her. She had made him more … sane.
He picked up a second stone. It’s power made him nearly faint. He had thought the Silmarils would fill in the hole inside his heart. He put one hand to his chest. The hole was still there.
He loved his father. He hated that his father had chosen a new wife to share his love. Oh, there was nothing wrong with her and her gaggle of children. It meant that his mother wasn’t coming back. Not even for him.
He lifted the third stone and rubbed it against the smooth skin of his cheek. He had wanted it to make him feel closer to her, as if making something divine would connect him to her somehow.
Why had she left? Was he such a monster that she could not live in a world that he inhabited? He turned the stone on its side and cut his cheek with the sharp edge, feeling his warm blood trickle from the thin red line. He touched his cheek and felt tears mingle with the blood.
He looked in the mirror. Was he so dark, so hopeless, that his own mother could not bear the sight of him? Was he?
He lay the last stone down sat and wept. He was alone, always alone.
~end~