The Blackness of Despair

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B2MeM Prompt and Path:Despair, Red
Format:ficlet
Genre:descriptive
Rating:PG
Warnings:Mention of death
Characters:Fëanor
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes:Tolkien provided the sandbox, I merely play with the bucket and shovel he left behind. No profit of any kind is made from my fanworks.
Summary:Emotion is a powerful thing that can effect actions and reactions. Fëanor, as many others, reacted to emotion, bit it was his reaction to despair that determined his future.



The Blackness of Despair


Fëanor knew joy - they were many. His wedding to Nerdanel, holding each of his sons when they were born, and his many accomplishments in the forge culminating with the making of the Silmarils; all joys brightly painted with yellows and golds against light blue backdrops.

He knew anger directed at his half-brother, sometimes at his stepmother, and the occasional volcanic burst when an apprentice did something that endangered others in the forge. However, his times of anger usually passed swiftly as black storms across a deep blue summer sky.

Only twice in his life had he known true despair. When his mother, Míriel, decided to remain in Mandos' Halls, it had colored his world in tones of dark blue and purple, spattered with the orange of hot anger. Now, looking down at his father's body and the torn doors of the vault wherein he had stored the Silmarils, his heart was overwhelmed with the deep black of despair. Coherent thought fled before the Stygian darkness.

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