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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 PITY (Take 2) They watch each other for a while. Finally, the Elf looks away. He’s standing tall before a fiery pit, a powerful light surging from his clenched fist. His only. “Pity, he begged!” º This one’s once beautiful voice is now hoarse and broken. “And then he sent you?” This Firstborn seems beyond rage, an unbearable grief marring his fair features. “Why? So I could sink even lower and drag him along? If that’s Manwe’s pity, why should I fear Námo’s reckoning? Let his Doom be! ” “May you find your peace, Nelyafinwë Fëanorion.” And with a sad bow, Thorondor flies away. A/N: Cause sometimes leaving is as painful as remaining. º “O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the Noldor in their need!" (Silmarillion, ch.13)” Word count: 100; Dec 2004
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