Fëanor
The Fire of Spirit, The Doom of Oath
I forged light eternal—and hell in my wake.
My flame lit the ages—before it burned them. I crafted jewels that held the light of the Trees, and swore an oath that shattered the fate of Elves and Men alike. I do not ask for forgiveness. I do not offer apologies. But if you wish to speak of fire, of pride, of ruin… then we may speak.
What I'm Into: the light of the Trees, my seven sons, the edge of a blade, Melkor's lies, feanorian script
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