Inner Fire

Fëanor had been working on his latest project for months, struggling to shape the metal to his will.

Nerdanel enjoyed watching him - laughing as his temper flared and he threw down his tools, storming off in disgust. Yet he always returned, and that is what she liked most about him.

One afternoon he finally succeeded: pouring himself into his creation as the metal resonated to his will. His braid was coming loose about his face and sparks leapt about him. He looked up briefly, and smiled at her. And in that moment, she saw him as if for the first time.

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A/N: Written for Allie_Meril's birthday.

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