the phoenix dies, and does not rise again by Elrond's Library  

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the phoenix dies, and does not rise again


They returned to the camp in a daze, trailing after their host blindly, the battle-rush coursing through their blood suddenly leaving them. How to explain their loss, and find meaning in it, with no time and a thousand doubts and a million memories of happier times? Tyelko could barely swallow, throat raw with screams, the dust of the road and the ashes of his father coating his tongue, dry and acrid.

One by one the brothers turned to Nelyafinwë, third of Finwë’s line, third King. His bright hair was grey, his shoulders slumped under the weight of grief and responsibility.


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