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Title: Fëanorian Fates Series ~ Part 2 (#3469)
Author: Alassante
Chapters: 6

Archive: Tolkien
Category: The Silmarillion
Description: Conclusion of my drabble series: Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 1 about the fate of the House of Fëanor.
Published: 04 Jun 2007
Updated: 24 Jun 2007
Warnings: character death
Type: Angst
Characters: Maedhros; Maglor; Caranthir; Celebrimbor; Amrod, A


Chapter 1 - Reflection of Sin ~ Caranthir's Fate

Thanks to the GoI for the beta and their advice. Thank you to Dawn, Vlad, and Nancy for their advice as well.



I am neither a leader, nor a follower.

Being the fourth child has always pulled me to go the way of my older brothers and followed by the younger. I felt powerless to resist the stigma of being one of Fëanor’s sons, kinslayers, the cursed. Our fall from grace never allowing us to become what we should have been: powerful kings and princes of the Noldor.

When Celegorm demanded that we take back the Silmaril, I did not care of the consequences. I wanted some peace from the oath that continues to haunt my days. This deathly seductive consuming jewel has driven us to madness so we cannot even see the obvious. To bloody our hands, yet again, to achieve our own peace...what madness!

Realizing this too late, I survey the gruesome scene around me. Splatters of blood cover me, blood of my own people. Celegorm is dying, Curufin is wounded. Amazingly the Silmaril, glistening clean, powerfully reflects the bloodshed we have caused. I am sickened and horrified to my very core. All fight has left me and I feel a blade slice into my heart.

I, Caranthir the Dark, die knowing that I am not worthy of any peace.


Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 1 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=2552) for the beginning of this story.


Chapter 2 - Embrace~ Maedhros' Fate

Thanks to Dawn, Vlad, and Nancy for their advice and beta.

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"Have I not suffered enough in your honor?" Maedhros pleaded to the entrancing jewel scorching his hand.

"I have sacrificed everything for you. My father created you, how can you betray me this way? Do I pale in comparison to him, a weak, broken elf compared to your master, the mighty Fëanor? Perhaps you are my judge and find me lacking. I cannot withstand your assault on me, why must you torture me so? You have become one with the evil that once wore you in an iron crown; my torturer, my enemy. Morgoth has taken everything from me and you scorn me because I am not Fëanor, the one who stood up to him, turned away from the Valar, and swore an oath to reclaim you. He died for you." Hot tears ran down Maedhros' face as he heard Maglor calling to him in agony.

"You have taken all from me, leaving me an empty shell. You will not escape me, my preciously wicked paramour. I will take you with me in my madness, my fatal end."

Yelling in rage and anguish, Maedhros jumped to his final doom. "If you will not embrace me, you will have no other."



Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 1 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=2552) for the beginning of this story.


Chapter 3 - Sorrowful Waves ~ Maglor's Fate

Thanks to Dawn, GoI, Vlad, and Nancy for their advice and beta.
~**~


How could I have been so foolish, to think she would accept me after what I have done, unforgivable sins I have committed? As agony burns in my flesh, I feel total despair for all I have lost, for her, my unyielding beloved. I have lost all and I weep. My songs can no longer bring comfort to me. The wounds go too deep, making my voice harsh and painful to my own ears. Even as I feel my hand scarring from clutching her, I cannot release the item I have sacrificed everything for. The remaining Silmaril is in my grasp but the pain is unbearable. I cannot let go!

Release me...you are not worthy…

Her words tear through my mind and push me closer to the brink of insanity.

Do not cower before me…let me go

Crawling to the sea, I furiously cast her out, away from me, following her commands as Fëanor did before me. As clarity returns, tears of shame fall into my wounded flesh.

'Adar, I have failed thee. I was not strong enough to fulfill my oath. Forgive me.'

Until the end of time, Maglor's requiem will forever be heard in the waves.







Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 1 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=2552) for the beginning of this story.


Chapter 4 - Twin Flames ~ Amrod's Fate

Thanks soooo much to SilverMoonLady for the quick beta and to Dawn for providing some interesting insight into the twins

~**~

The time had come at last to show that the might, the fire of Fëanor, burned as hot in his youngest sons as it once did in him. No longer in the shadows of their older brothers, Amrod yearned for glory for him and Amras. This was their chance to shine, to reclaim a Silmaril in the Fëanorians' name. No one would stand between them and victorious glory.

Amrod wildly cut through the warriors protecting Elwing. She kept his brothers from regaining the Silmaril. He needed to rescue the gem; he could hear her music above the sounds of the battle raging around him. He was blind to all else but his dream of holding her at last.

His father had never allowed the Ambarussa to hold the jewel, for it was too precious to him. But Amrod would do what Fëanor could not; bring the Silmarils back to their rightful owners.

Viciously attacking all who stood before him, Amrod felt pain raging in his shoulder. Turning to deflect another blow, he could not stop the warrior who buried his sword to the hilt in his side.

Amrod fell to the ground, blood pouring from his wounds and screamed, "Ambarussa!"


Chapter 5 - Torn Asunder ~ Amras' Fate

Once again, thanks to SilverMoonLady for her beta

~**~


Amras stumbled over blood drenched bodies, intent on finding his twin. Recognizing the telltale red hair, an anguished cry rang from his lips and he sank to his knees beside Amrod's broken body. Gingerly, Amras turned him over, cradling his head in his lap; relief filled his heart when he realized Amrod drew breath, however faintly.

"Ambarussa," Amrod's voice was faint. Amras felt he was fading fast.

"I waited for you…I knew you still lived. It is too late for me. You must claim the Silmaril," Amrod whispered painfully. "For the Ambarussa, youngest sons of Fëanor."

Tears blurring his vision, Amras pleaded, "Please do not leave me. I need you here with me." He realized he was too late; Amrod died in his arms.

Amras felt as if his soul had been ripped apart and the emptiness was unbearable. "Eru," he cried, "I cannot live torn asunder. Let me face my final doom by his side."

In his all-consuming grief, he did not see the warrior approaching him, his gore-encrusted blade raised high to deliver a devastating blow. Turning at the last moment, his defeated eyes watched as the sword fell.

"Thank you," Amras whispered with his final breath.


Chapter 6 - Full Circle ~ Celebrimbor's Fate

Thanks so much to SilverMoonLady for the Beta =) This one is more gory than the others.

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Celebrimbor closed his eyes as the orcs delivered more lashes to his blood-soaked back. His wrists strained uselessly against the ropes that bound him.

Annatar had left his minions to their sadistic fun after Celebrimbor was no longer able to speak. Before taking his leave, however, he had taunted Celebrimbor about his failure as he drove fire-heated iron rods into his torso. Then he savored the elf lord's screams as he severed each of his fingers, while demanding to know the location of the Elven Rings of Power.

Praying for death, Celebrimbor tried to block out the pain that filled every fiber of his being. How could he have been so foolish, so full of pride and lust to restore honor to the House of Fëanor? Too blind too long, he had fallen prey to the very sins that had destroyed Fëanor and his sons, he was damned by the Rings as they had been by the Silmarils. And his failure had handed the key to Middle-Earth's downfall into Sauron's hands.

"Adar, forgive me for judging you so harshly."

Fading away, Celebrimbor's final thought was to hope that Narya, Nenya, and Vilya would be enough to protect his beloved people.
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