Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of Fëanor and the Release of Melkor

Finwë devoted his entire love to his child;
Fëanor grew swiftly, as if secret fire burnt
deep inside of him, specially designed
to make him fatefully skillful and versed.

Fëanor became tall, handsome and handy,
with a piercing and clear gaze; black raven hair,
firmly decisive in every deed he would be;
no one could change his will or make him waver.

Among all of the Noldor he was the wisest,
the most skilled one, back then and onwards,
and he dedicated all his ardour and zest
to craftmanship and scientific hard works.

When he was young, he decided to meliorate
Rúmil's work, inventing a new, better script,
the Eldar still do to this very day use the great
alphabet for their writing needs and manuscripts.

And again, he was the first one to find a way
how to create precious stones of higher quality
compared to the ones hidden in the earth per se,
imbedding in them aspects of cosmic reality.

The first ones he crafted were transparent and clear,
under the starry light they sparkled with silver fire,
even brighter than Helluin under the dome, so dear,
and other crystals that reflected imagery and desires.

The visions would appear inside, as if from afar,
yet sharp as if through the eyesight of Manwë's eagles,
perfect alchemy embedded in their core; so aware,
rarely did Fëanor give rest to his hands, or mind; a seeker.

For his destiny played a central role in Arda's devising;
he was a brilliant genius with greatly fulfilled potential;
yet, tragedy in fate always chooses to trigger rewinding
lessons that though ultimately precious, feel drearily painful.