rebeccadgeorge:

“Then he began a long and secret labour, and he summoned all his lore, and his power, and his subtle skill; and at the end of all he made the Silmarils.”

Fëanor: brilliant, prideful, vengeful creator of both the first written language of Middle Earth and the eponymous silmarils. For fire named and, in death, to fire returned.

My piece for the Ages of Arda Anthology.

lotrlorien:

You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time,  ARAGORN  WILL  DIE.   And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. As night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to you grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
                             Arwen… there is nothing for you here, only  d e a t h .