Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol  

Aha (rage)

Exiled without recourse.

(No warnings.  Drabble, Poetry)

The Tyrant’s Wrath, Fëanor called it: the storm that sank so many ships, his people lost to the sea.  No matter what the Valar meted out, he would not yield.  He had been exiled - what else could he have done?  He stood upon the prow and screamed his defiance:

Let Námo curse and Ossë rage

Let Lindar fall and Swanships break

An oath I made and war I’ll wage

For nothing less, my vengeance slake

Let every drop of Noldor blood

Be shed to see our foe’s demise

No bitter sea nor swelling flood

Shall keep me from rightful prize